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Chapter 107: Found

Author: Debbie Inks
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Elena’s POV

“The original image contains more detail than the copy displayed on your phone.” The analyst enlarged the recovered file across the security monitor. “Compression obscured the lower symbols, although the source retained enough information to reconstruct most of them.”

I stood beside the table with Adrian’s childhood notation guide open on my tablet.

I had found it in a box Williams security brought from my old family storage that morning. Richard had told me my father turned mathema
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