The archive became painfully quiet.Not the quiet of peace.The quiet of calculation.Every person in the room was suddenly aware of everyone else.Every history.Every connection.Every coincidence.What had once felt like a team now felt like a puzzle.And nobody liked puzzles when betrayal was one of the possible answers.Tobe was the first to speak."Well, that's fantastic."His laugh sounded hollow."Now we're all suspects."Nobody corrected him.Because he wasn't entirely wrong.Father Michael rubbed a hand across his face.For the first time since Makoko, he looked old.Not wise.Not mysterious.Just tired."I told Samuel not to write that."The room turned toward him."What do you mean?" Amara asked.The priest stared at Vault Two."He became obsessed near the end."A pause."He trusted almost nobody."Another."He started questioning every conversation."His expression darkened."Every friendship."Another silence settled across the room.Damian listened carefully.Something
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