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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
She flipped through the ancient pages, the intricate
diagrams of brainwaves, the cryptic notes. "Finch was
onto something. Something revolutionay. And
someone tried to erase him from history."
"Like they're trying to erase us?"
"Exactly."
The Safe House.
She remembered a place. A small, forgotten
apartment above an old bookstore owned by a
reclusive, eccentric former professor, Dr. Silas
Thorne. No relation to Aris. Silas was a scholar of
ancient languages and forgotten histories. He was also
fiercely independent, distrustful of authority, and
owed Evelyn a favor from a complex research
collaboration years ago. He wouldn't ask questions.
She called him from a payphone at a deserted
subway stop, her voice low, disguised. "Silas? It's
Evelyn. I need a place to lay low. Urgent. No
questions."
There was a long pause. "Evelyn? You sound…
distressed. Is this about that peculiar manuscript you
were asking about?"
Her blood ran cold. "What manuscript?"
"The one with the peculiar symbols. You called
me about it a few weeks ago. Asked if I knew
anything about 'Somnus Profundus'."
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