The Conservatory Passage. Tuesday. 1:26 AM.The stone steps rising from the drainage culverts were narrow, slick with decades of subterranean condensation, and steep enough to force a rhythmic, brutal strain on the thighs. Xavier climbed them with a terrifying, mechanical efficiency, his tactical rifle held high, his boots biting into the slick stone with a heavy, purposeful cadence. Behind him, Scarlett kept pace, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion and everything to do with the clock ticking down inside her skull.The subterranean air grew thinner, warmer, and began to carry the distinct, heavy scent of damp earth and crushed flora. They were nearing the foundation of the conservatory—Arthur’s glass-and-iron sanctuary attached to the east wing of the main residence."Margot," Scarlett hissed into her earpiece, her fingers gripping the cold handrail of the staircase as they scrambled upward. "Are you back? Give me an update on
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