The circular steel door opened with a deep metallic groan.
A rush of cool, stale air escaped from the darkness beyond.
Marcus instinctively raised his flashlight.
The beam disappeared into a room far larger than any of them had expected.
“This wasn’t built under a lighthouse,” Ethan whispered.
Marcus nodded.
“It was built before someone decided to hide it.”
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The Archive
As they stepped inside, overhead lights flickered to life one by one.
Rows of tall metal shelves stretched into the distance.
Each shelf held hundreds of carefully labeled storage boxes.
Not weapons.
Not money.
Not gold.
Records.
Thousands of records.
Marcus walked to the nearest shelf.
Every box carried the same seal:
PROJECT HARBOR
Below it was a year.
1991…
“This has been going on for years,” Zach
