Chapter 37: Eleanor's Journal
The cabin remained silent long after Victoria's recording ended.
Rain struck the windows.
The cassette player hissed softly.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The name Victoria had revealed still echoed through Amelia's mind.
A hidden founder.
A sixth founder.
Someone who had controlled Atlas from the shadows.
Someone powerful enough to remain invisible for decades.
Charles sat heavily in a chair, exhausted.
Victor stared at the floor.
For the first time since Amelia had met him, he looked defeated.
Not frightened.
Defeated.
As though an old ghost had finally returned.
Amelia looked toward the wooden evidence box.
There had to be more.
Victoria wouldn't have hidden only a tape.
She would have gathered proof.
Evidence.
Something.
Her gaze lande
