The old elevator shuddered as it descended.
No buttons.
No display.
Only silence.
Evelyn stood between Anthony and Benjamin, the silver flash drive tucked safely inside her jacket.
No one spoke.
Each of them was thinking the same thing.
Someone had built this place long before William Ashford had hidden the truth.
The elevator finally stopped.
The doors slid open.
Cold air rushed toward them.
Before them stretched a vast underground archive unlike anything Evelyn had imagined.
Towering shelves reached toward the ceiling, filled with leather-bound journals, steel cases, and carefully labeled storage boxes.
Soft white lights flickered on one by one.
Benjamin whispered, "William preserved everything."
Anthony scanned the room cautiously.
"He expected someone to come here event
