Chapter 23 - What We Carry

The silence in the chamber had a gravity of its own, thick and pressing against Ava's ribs as though the stone walls themselves were breathing. Each echo of her footsteps returned slower than it should, distorted by the dampness in the air, a reminder that she was now far beneath the world she knew.

She gripped the flashlight tighter, the beam slicing through dust and darkness. Mason walked behind her, unusually quiet, his shoulder just brushing hers whenever she slowed to scan a carved wall or stair edge.

"This place isn't on any record," he whispered, as if fearing the walls might hear.

"That doesn't surprise me anymore," Ava replied, eyes fixed on a strange mural partially obscured by soot. A woman, blindfolded, holding a scale. Blood poured from both sides equally.

Their descent into the hidden sublevel beneath the library hadn't been planned. Ava had followed a tremor in her chest—intuition, or perhaps something darker. Ever since listening to the cassette labeled "Cassandra," her dreams had been plagued by static and whispering shadows.

The truth, Cassandra had said, was not buried but silenced. Ava had taken that literally.

Now, beneath the earth, the truth seemed to hum around her.

Mason stopped beside a rusted iron gate. Beyond it: a corridor that sloped downward at an unsettling angle. He exhaled slowly. "This is where the map ends."

Ava nodded. "Then we go off-map."

The gate groaned open. The temperature dropped.

They stepped into the abyss.

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Ava lingered in the dim corridor, her hands brushing against the rough stone walls as she pressed deeper into the compound. The secrets she unearthed in the archives of the Resistance base had unsettled her, but they had also sharpened her resolve. This wasn't just about Ben anymore. This was about everything they had hidden, everything she had been denied.

As she turned a corner, a faint hum reached her ears. The steady pulse of electricity, perhaps, or something more insidious. She moved with purpose now, her flashlight carving a narrow beam through the oppressive dark.

In a chamber beyond the corridor, a console blinked with faint blue light. Ava approached, her fingers instinctively tracing the edges of the panel.

The screen lit up at her touch. A prompt appeared:

PASSWORD REQUIRED

She typed in the name: Cassandra.

The console clicked. A series of files opened, names she didn't recognize at first. Then they hit her like a storm: Caroline's reports, Ben's memos, security logs signed by her own father. Reports of tests. Observations. Detainments.

"Project Echo," she whispered.

Suddenly, everything aligned.

Her mother's erratic behavior, the secret meetings, the disappearances. Project Echo wasn't a theory. It was real. And Ava's entire life had been its shadow.

She scrolled further. One file stood out: Subject A1-17. Her breath caught.

The image loaded.

It was her. A younger version, barely ten years old. Notes detailed behavioral patterns, cognitive thresholds, resistance to memory alteration. She wasn't just a witness to the project. She had been part of it.

The weight of that truth nearly buckled her knees.

A sudden voice behind her shattered the silence. "You weren't supposed to find that."

Ava turned slowly.

Dr. Lysander.

His white coat was stained. His eyes tired.

"You were supposed to forget, Ava. We tried to protect you."

"Protect me? You experimented on me. You erased parts of my life. You let my mother die for this."

He stepped closer. "She volunteered. We all did. You were special. Still are. You could end this, Ava."

Her jaw clenched. "And why should I help you now?"

He glanced at the console. "Because if you don't... someone else will. And they won't be as kind."

Before she could respond, the chamber lights flickered.

Another presence entered—Caroline.

She looked older, more haggard than Ava remembered. Her once calm demeanor now shadowed by urgency.

"There's no time. They know she's here. We have to move."

Ava stared between them.

"Then tell me the truth. All of it. Now."

Lysander nodded solemnly.

"You were one of the first. Designed to retain memory through trauma. You were the control group. But something changed. You remembered too much. The others—they broke. But not you."

Caroline added, "Ben tried to protect you. That's why he left the map. He wanted you to know."

The weight of their revelations crashed down on her.

"So what do I do with all this?"

Lysander looked at the console. "Download it. Take it to the outside. Burn the veil."

Ava reached for the drive.

The door burst open.

Shouts. Footsteps. Armed guards.

Caroline pulled a pistol from her coat and fired. Lysander dove behind the console. Ava ran.

Through the corridor. Up the steps. Into the dawn.

The drive clenched in her hand.

She didn't look back.

The truth was finally hers.

And she would not be silent.

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