The Forgotten Ties

sins. Beneath the dim glow of a single desk lamp, a man in a dark suit and tie slipped it into a plain, u

Cole. She wasn't born yet-not for another three decades-but

e halls-a low, mournful cry, neither human nor animal. The m

of the desk drawer and whispered to himself, "

her glasses, squinting at the faded parchment before her. She

been a work of art. It was a letter from one of the founding fathers, discussi

almost deliberate. She flipped the page, her curiosi

light, caught her attention. She angled the paper, revealing an emblem: a crucible en

, Pro Immor

or immortality," Ma

e, and she glanced around,

w shifting in the corner of the room