A buried secret never truly stays dead if the earth itself decides to split open and shake the dust off the grave.
The smell of damp soil and fresh sea salt filled the open greenhouse on the rugged Scottish coast, where the morning sun hit the glass panels in bright streaks. Sarah Vance stood before a local community agricultural control unit, adjusting the water flow values for the regional irrigation system. Suddenly, the small pocket receiver inside her denim jacket began to vibrate with a sharp, high-pitched mechanical whine that she had not heard in months. Her hand shook slightly as she pulled the device out, watching a single line of bright orange data flash across the tiny screen.
"Ethan, we have a major problem," Sarah said into her wireless radio link, her voice dropping to a r
