Nobody moved.The vault door stood open by a few inches, releasing a breath of cold air that smelled of dust and damp stone. Somewhere inside, a machine hummed softly, as though the room had been waiting for this moment for twenty years.Then the man's voice came again.“Alexander. Elena. Amara.”Alexander tightened his grip on the flashlight.“Who are you?”A short silence followed.Then the voice answered, “I am the man who should have raised you.”Elena's heart hammered against her ribs. She looked at Isabelle, expecting her mother to rush forward, but Isabelle stood frozen, tears running silently down her face.“You said he was missing,” Elena whispered.“I thought he was,” Isabelle replied. “I thought Victor had killed him.”The vault door opened another inch.“Come inside,” the man called. “There isn't much time.”Adrian stepped between his siblings and the entrance.“No. We've spent too many years following voices through locked doors. We don't know who's waiting in there.”For
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