Underground Catacombs – Unknown Time Katherine Solomon drifted in and out of consciousness. The air was damp.
Metallic. She was seated, wrists bound to the arms of a cold iron chair.
A dim lantern swayed above, casting flickering shadows on stone walls etched with runes.
A voice broke the silence.
"You should not have spoken, Doctor." It was calm. Cultured. Male.
"The manuscript is no longer yours. It belongs to those who know the real history of the mind." Katherine raised her head slowly, blood dried at the corner of her lip.
"You're too late," she whispered. "The file is already in motion. And Robert will find it." A soft chuckle.
"Oh, we're counting on that."