GABRIELLA'S POV
It starts with a missed patrol report.
At first, I think it is just a clerical error. Some junior guard is forgetting to log something. It happens more often than it should in such a big pack.
But then I notice a second one. And then a third. Not just missing logs, but complete redactions. Pages blank. The meeting transcripts are gone. Guard shifts were reshuffled with no one claiming the orders.
I sit in one of my offices, the one tucked behind the archives, where no one bothers me unless I call. The lights are low, the only sound is the soft hum of the data board, glowing faintly blue under my fingertips as I cross-reference timestamps.
I am not being paranoid. I am being observant. And right now, what I am observing is wrong.
Seriously wrong.
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