The rain didn’t stop for three days.

Milo Thorne didn’t mind the weather. In fact, it gave him the perfect excuse to stay in the dusty archives of the Old Town Library, where forgotten manuscripts and misfiled secrets found their final resting place. As the town’s youngest archivist, Milo prided himself on restoring order to the chaos of history.

But on the third day of rain, he found something he wasn’t meant to.

Tucked inside a hollowed-out medical journal from 1892 was a sealed envelope. No address. No stamp. Only a wax seal with a symbol that looked eerily familiar—two interlocking circles, one broken. He hesitated before opening it.

Inside was a letter written in perfect cursive: