THE WHEELCHAIR SCREECHED SIDEWAYS ACROSS THE POLISHED MARBLE BEFORE ANYONE COULD REACT.

The elderly woman leaned back in her wheelchair, her strength fading now that her purpose had been delivered.

But her voice remained steady.

“Choose carefully,” she said to the employee. “Because once you open that door… you cannot pretend you didn’t see what’s inside.”

The employee looked once more at the archive.

Then at the gold key in his hand.

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