The Forgotten Ties

er body. The weight of her discovery-or perhaps her imagination-lingered heavily on her. She replayed the phrase in her

typically bustling with students, were almost eerily deserted under the dim glow of the streetlights. She c

let out a sigh of relief. The warmth of the space did little to calm her nerves. She tossed her bag o

ins was grotesque in its intricacy. Who had created i

the phrase, or even The Ivory Crucible-a name she'd come across in whispered rumours of secret societies. Her searches

f her focus. It was a text from her

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rious glint in his eyes. He was one of the few people Maggie trusted with her fi

ss from her at the kitchen tab

copies toward him. "T

d examined the emblem. He frowned. "Jefferson? And what's this-Lati

But it's not just this. There's something else-something..

ow. "A note? Like, f

o knows? The whole thing feels orchestra

. "Alright, let's say this is real-w

to. Sacrifice, immortality... it sounds insane, but what if there

e working with you, Maggie. You

t be careful. People don't hide stuff like this for no reaso

ve only deepened. She didn't ju

nce, Maggie returned to her desk, staring at the emblem.

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