Maeve knew something was wrong the second her phone started vibrating against the marble countertop.Three calls. Then five. Then eight. One after another, the screen lit up in the dim apartment, a relentless, buzzing intrusion that made the air in the room feel instantly thin. By the time she finally snapped the phone to her ear, her patience had already died.“What?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the quiet.The voice on the other end sounded absolutely terrified, the breathing shallow and erratic. “Ma'am... they found the archive.”For a long moment, Maeve said nothing. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city skyline stretched out in a blur of gray and black, rain sliding down the glass in heavy, distorted sheets.“They found what?” she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.“The Blackthorne Archive.”The room seemed to tilt slightly beneath her feet. Maeve stood up slowly from the sofa, her knuckles turning white around the phone. “No. Th
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