THE HEIRESS THEY BURRIED
"Look at the construction. Upstairs, everything showed thirty years of decay. This looks untouched."
He was right.
The deeper they descended, the newer everything appeared, seams tighter, surfaces cleaner, as though this section of Blackwood had never once been abandoned at all.
LEVEL 7.
The elevator slowed, and the doors slid open.
The chamber beyond stole the breath from every one of them at once.
Not a bunker.
Not a vault, not a laboratory, not anything they'd imagined across nearly a hundred days of chasing Jonathan's careful trail toward this exact moment.
A vast circular hall stretched outward in every direction, ceilings rising higher than seemed physically possible for a space buried