The access log looked harmless in Caelum’s hand.
One printed page preserved the user, credential level, query, timestamp, and result. Systems did not accuse. Danger began with whoever controlled the meaning afterward.
Caelum and Henrique waited outside the records room when Wren reached the north corridor at ten. An administrative runner stood at the far end with a stack of morning files, and a senior Gamma emerged from the records room slowly enough to become a witness. The public setting was deliberate. Caelum was not hiding the fact that he had reviewed the access flag, and he was not allowing Edric to turn the review into a private accusation later.
Wren understood the protection inside that choice, even as the eyes in the corridor made her skin feel too tight.
She approached at he
