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Inside the slot, a steel plate slid aside to reveal an ancient ledger with a lock that glowed faintly. Only Ferrero and Serafina seemed unsurprised. Ferrero lifted the ledger with ceremony and set it on the stand. He touched the ring to the lock. It opened with a soft sound. Pages old as ghosts fanned out. He spoke low to Elena. “This book holds the true bonds. The debts. The vows. You are in it.” Her mouth went dry. She read a name near the back. Her breath caught. Her mother’s name. It was written in ink that had not faded. There was a note beside it. A marriage vow. A promise. A debt of war. Marked paid in blood.

annoyingly, Antonio said, throwing his tools on the working bench. “No time. No time to explain” Rico handed a note to Aeshua and bolted out once more, almost tripping his feet on his way out. “What’s the matter with him?” Aeshua wiped her hands and opened the note. She gasped. “Antonio, do you have any idea?” “Why? What does the note say?” Antonio asked, leaving his bench. Aeshua handed Antonio the letter. When he opened the letter, it was a series of numbers handwritten in rush :

The solid steel seam running down the center of the box split open by half an inch, releasing a faint, sharp puff of ozone and old paper. Niccolò reached out, his fingers hooking into the seam, and slowly pulled the lid back. Inside the velvet-lined interior of the vault lay a thick, leather-bound notebook with yellowed pages, the true red ledger of the Santoro family. But resting directly on top of the ledger was a small, plastic cassette tape, labeled with a single word in my mother’s handwriting: Vito. Suddenly, a sharp, frantic knock rattled the heavy wooden door of the workshop. Father Thomas spun around, his hand flying to the iron latch as Marco’s panicked voice cut through the wood.

⸻ At that exact moment… Inside the Ninth Sanctuary… Anaya stood alone before the crystal cradle. No one noticed as she quietly reached inside. Her fingers closed around something hidden beneath the tiny blanket. She pulled it free. A small silver locket. Old. Warm. Beautiful. Curious, she opened it. Inside… There was no photograph. Only a tiny handwritten note. The handwriting was unmistakable. It belonged to Vittorio De Luca. The note contained just one sentence. “If Anaya has found this before my grandson or granddaughter… then history has already changed.” The little girl’s emerald eyes widened.

His flashlight swept across the shattered windshield before something metallic caught the beam. "Don." He reached carefully between the fractured layers of armored glass. It wasn't another bullet. It was a slender steel throwing knife, buried deep enough to crack the reinforced windshield. A strip of black parchment had been tied beneath its handle. Lorenzo handed it to Alessandro. Without a word, Alessandro untied the ribbon and unfolded the note. Six words stared back at him. Next time, she doesn't survive. The courtyard fell deathly silent. No signature. Only a tiny black raven stamped neatly into the corner.

A book lay open, its pages made of thin sheets of copper. "These are stolen," she hissed, her finger hovering over a line of text. "This is High Elven. This is a treatise on star-navigation. They stole it when they burned the Silver Spires." "They steal everything," Tristan said, moving deeper into the room. "Keep moving. We’re looking for 'Project Apotheosis' or 'The God-Shell'. Look for the Emperor’s seal." They split up, moving down opposite sides of the narrow aisle. Saoirse scanned the spines. The Anatomy of Angels. Void Theory. The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation.

Chrysanthemum was supposed to elevate my feelings because it was my favorite flower, but this stalker always made me feel like I must start to hate it. "Lucretius..." His name sounded like a curse upon mentioning it. Hesitant, my hand untied the ribbon to take the note. I must not be curious and should ignore this, but I couldn't help myself. He had offered me vengeance. That was the last note. What else would he want from me this time? Was he expecting me to answer him? 'If you wish for vengeance, then come to the place where all secrecy first began. Tonight. Midnight.' I slowly exhaled, holding the note tightly as if the words were engraved in my heart. It didn't escape me that the penmans

he said submissively, crawling closer to Dante. Dante nodded at one of their men. Some few seconds later, the man returned with a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Don Lorenzo quoted the password and he wrote it down. “How hard was that?” Dante smiled, taking the sheet from the man. “Hope this isn’t wrong, because if it is—” He said, eyes fixed on the writing on the sheet. “Let's just confirm it first.”