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I push the door open. The room is full of sunlight and toys, but the energy is elsewhere. It's concentrated on the laptop screen. My old computer. The one I thought was lost, forgotten. Léon dug it up. He's sitting in front of it, eyebrows furrowed, his little fingers flying over the keyboard with an assurance that chills me. Beside him, Lilou follows every move on the screen. She murmurs, reading aloud. — …File: "M_A." It's crossed out. Now it says "HAMMOND." But before, it started with an M. M like… mom? Marco?

It was near dusk when Liam returned, this time not bothering to knock. “We’ve got a problem,” Liam said, holding up a tablet instead of his usual clipboard. “One of our key trading partners in the Eastwood sector just pulled out of negotiations. Apparently, they got a better offer from the Ironfang alliance. We’ve got forty-two shipments of enchanted ore tied up in that contract."

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“Look.” He took it from me, eyes narrowing. “If this survived, it might contain the data from the lower levels.” “Or,” I said, “something your father left behind.” Without another word, he reached into his bag and pulled out his tablet. The device hummed softly when the drive clicked into place. Lines of encrypted code filled the screen, then cleared to reveal a series of entries labeled with dates, all written in Richard West’s hand. Liam scrolled slowly, his jaw tightening with each line. I leaned over his shoulder, reading in silence.

Or maybe someone entered here before everything happened and was unable to lock the door. Liam immediately started scanning through a folder. He took one, read it, and then put it back. It wasn't related to what appeared right now, so he didn't pay any attention to it. However, he found something and suddenly halted. His eyes widened as he read the contents, and he couldn't help but share the revelation with the group.

” Anthony and Cole stared at themselves as they seemed not to comprehend the message behind the account they just read, but it was obvious there was more to it than meets the eye. They tried reading the remains of the text, but it was all faded. A little part of the text just decrypted that they can find the information and mystery in a disk named “M L T” “Where would we get that?”

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I groaned and walked into the kitchen to find Iris eating a bowl of soup. " My dad" I hand her the phone and walked out without waiting for her reaction but I was able to hear her 'hello' Now I was in the living room alone, I opened the envelope and retrieved the letter. I took my time to read it word by word. And each word pouring more acid to my veins. When I was done, I read it again. And again. And again. No words changed. Nothing disappeared from the page. I had not imagined anything too. I had read it correctly.

I begged, “what does it say? What—what happened to Liam?!” Damon’s hand shook slightly as he turned the letter for me to see. At the bottom, written in thick black ink, were the words: Lucas passed the letter to Damon. Damon opened it quickly, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned the words. **We have claimed our lottery.** The lottery… is Liam. What does this even mean? My vision spun. My heart crashed inside my chest. “No… no… Liam…” I whispered as terror filled me. My knees gave in.

**Lot 07 — NIGHTMOOR LOWLAND PASTURE (1,200 acres)** **Lot 12 — FROSTVEIL MANOR TAPESTRY (CIRCA 18XX)** **Lot 19 — OMEGA ASSET, AGE 23, FORMER PACK: UNDECLARED, STATUS: RECOVERED** The word *recovered* did a lot of work. Elowen’s stomach churned. Around them, men—and more than a few women—leaned toward their programs, murmuring. “Is Lot 19 confirmed fertile?”