THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES
THE EVIDENCE SHREDDED BY THE SYSTEM.
My office hasn’t just been hit—the System ran a cleaner through the archive. As you can see, the files are a random mess because the Controller scrambled the Index and shuffled the ledger. We’ve got a lot of sifting to do if we’re going to recover the case reports and re-sequence my stolen manuscripts. This pile is the wreckage of a system failure. If you’re in on the game, this is where we start.
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