Regina’s POVThe air was thick with the scent of rot and smoke, faint now, but unmistakable. It clung to the crumbling walls like a ghost that refused to leave.The old Serenity wing loomed ahead, a skeleton of what it once was. The upper floors were charred, the windows blackened.Rusted beams jutted out like broken ribs. Even after all these years, I could still see the fire’s path, the way it had eaten through this place, room by room, hungry and merciless.I hesitated at the threshold, my pulse quickening. “Are you sure we should be here?”Maxwell’s flashlight beam cut across the darkness, steady, calm. “If what Jonathan said is true, then yes. The records they never transferred, they’d still be here, in the old archives.”I swallowed hard, glancing around. “It feels like walking into a tomb.”He gave a small nod, his jaw tightening. “That’s because it is.”When Maxwell came to me with this idea, I thought he was mad.But Maxwell was burning with the need to do something. And Joan
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