Jeffery’s POVThe first time I heard of the Black Archive, I thought it was a myth - one of those whispered legends executives used to scare each other into silence.Turns out, it was real.Anton met me in a dimly lit, private garage under Geneva’s old financial district. He handed me a black-gloved keycard. No markings, no words - just a chipped corner and the weight of history.“This is it,” he said, his voice gruff. “Edward’s last vault. The one he didn’t trust even his own lawyers to know existed.”Beside me, Cassie shivered under her trench coat, not from cold, but from the pressure. She hadn’t slept in 48 hours. I could see it in the slight twitch at the corner of her left eye - the one she thought she could hide behind a smoky stare.“We need to be fast,” she murmured. “If Elise finds out…”“She already knows,” I said bitterly. “That’s why we move now.”The building above was a derelict publishing house, long abandoned and dusted with the rot of forgotten paper, but beneath it,
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