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Eliana woke the next morning to a faint ache behind her eyes, a lingering trace of the sharp pain that had seized her the night before, as if her body still remembered something her conscious mind refused to fully acknowledge.She stayed in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do about what had happened to her. She thought about calling Daniel and telling him everything — the smell, the sound, the quick flash of that white room and the glowing red numbers in the dark.But she hesitated.How could she explain to him that a name she'd never heard before in her conscious life had suddenly summoned a memory, or something like a memory, with this terrifying physical clarity? She didn't even have a convincing explanation for herself, so how could she convey it to someone else without it sounding like she was losing her grip under the weight of accumulated stress?She decided to wait a little, to understand more on her own first, before burdening Daniel with expl

Daniel called Eliana in the evening, his voice carrying clear exhaustion after a long day of meetings and accountability sessions within the department."I ran into a problem today," he said, without much preamble. "My superiors aren't happy about your involvement in the investigation, even unofficially."Eliana felt an immediate wave of worry. "Does that mean you're going to stop telling me anything?"Daniel hesitated for a moment. "No. But I'll need to be more careful from now on about how I share information with you — officially, at least."Before she could respond, he continued in a different tone, closer to professional frustration. "I just got the preliminary forensics report on Thomas Billings. You won't believe what's in it — or rather, what isn't.""What do you mean?""Nothing," Daniel said, with blunt simplicity. "No fingerprints on the door, none on the windows, not even on the files he was working on at his desk, even though those were undoubtedly his own files he'd been

Eliana called Daniel early in the morning, after a night she hadn't slept through at all. She hesitated for long seconds before pressing the call button, thinking about the mysterious voice's warning the night before: "Be very careful who you trust."But after everything she'd been through with him so far, she couldn't imagine that Daniel was who that warning meant. She decided to tell him most of the details of the call, holding back only one small part she felt was too intimate to share right now — the precise smell, the full physical sensation of the pain, details that felt too personal to say out loud even to the closest person to her in this whole story.They met at a quiet café far from the station this time, at Daniel's own suggestion, who seemed eager to keep their unofficial meetings away from the eyes of his recently tense superiors.Daniel listened with total seriousness as she recounted the details of the call, his face growing darker with every new sentence."He asked if

The next day, while waiting to hear back from Daniel about the possible location of the Ravencroft facility, Eliana returned to the old photograph she'd found days earlier — the one taken of Claire Morgan and four other children in front of the stone building.In her previous passes, she'd focused on the children themselves, and on that vague fragment of a name visible on the building's facade, without paying enough attention to the rest of the photo's details. This time, she decided to study every corner of it more carefully, treating it as if it were real forensic evidence for her academic project.She zoomed in on the photo as far as she could without losing clarity, and began examining the background more closely this time, away from the children themselves.At the far right edge of the photo, partly outside the camera's main focus, she noticed an adult she hadn't paid attention to before — a woman standing slightly behind the children, her hands clasped in front of her in a profe

Eliana spent the following days in a relative state of psychological calm, strange to her after weeks of constant tension. She exchanged two more emails with Dr. Winter, trading academic references and short excerpts of professional notes, and felt real gratitude for this new relationship in her life, however marginal it seemed compared to the weight of the bigger case.She hadn't told Daniel the details of this meeting yet — not out of any intent to hide it, but because it felt too personal to her to share within the context of the official investigation, a small refuge of her own amid all the surrounding chaos.But this relative calm didn't last long.Daniel called her one morning, his voice carrying a tension that had grown all too familiar now."New crime," he said, without preamble. "They found a man dead in his office this morning, in one of the old government buildings."Eliana felt her chest tighten. "Who is he?""An employee in the medical and government archiving department,