The words on the black leather folder seemed to stare back at them.
Phoenix Files. No one moved. The underground chamber remained silent, as though the air itself was waiting for permission to breathe again.
Alexander slowly reached for the folder, then stopped. His hand hovered just above it,Clara noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?" He didn't look at her. "Something feels off." Ross circled the table once more, flashlight scanning every inch of the chamber walls.
"No traps." "No movement." "Just an old room and a folder." Ethan stepped forward slightly, his eyes locked on the object.
Henry's warning echoed again in his mind. "The truth is closer than you think." His pulse quickened,Lily glanced at him.
"You recognize it?" Ethan hesitated. "No." Not fully. But something about the na
