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Every single book in the "C-12" section was missing exactly one thing.

Elias began to read them. On their own, they were fragments of different lives—a confession of love, a secret blueprint, a recipe for a poison that left no trace. But as he laid them out on the floor, he realized they weren't random. When read in the order they were stolen, they formed a new story entirely. Every single book in the "C-12" section was

Elias reached for the final sheet of paper, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked at the words and realized that to stop the story, he would have to stop reading. He looked up, and for the first time, he noticed the shadow standing in the doorway of the archive. But as he laid them out on the

Curiosity finally got the better of him. He took the latest victim—a nondescript diary from the 1920s—and decided to do something he was strictly forbidden from doing: he tracked down the scrap. He looked at the words and realized that

Elias froze. He turned to the very last page in the stack. It was fresh. The ink was still slightly damp.

Elias didn't look up. He closed his eyes, gripped the paper, and tore it in half.