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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — THE SECRET ROOM
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BRIDGITTA SmithsCHAPTER EIGHTEEN — THE SECRET ROOM Elara didn’t breathe at first. She couldn’t. The reflection behind her on the live feed was subtle, almost a shadow, yet unmistakably human. Someone was in the room with her. She didn’t turn immediately. Instinct told her not to. Instead, she shifted her eyes slowly toward the bookshelf glass where the reflection had appeared. Nothing. No footsteps. No breath. No movement. Her pulse hammered against her ribs. You’re imagining it. But the screen hadn’t imagined anything, the camera caught what her eyes had missed. She rose from the chair, slow and controlled, scanning the corners of the office with a surgeon’s patience. No sound. No sign of another person. Still, every part of her body screamed she was not alone. A soft mechanical click sounded behind her. Elara spun. The cabinet door, the one holding the storage drives, was sliding shut on its own.
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