Chapter 11: The Architect’s Blueprint

The Friday afternoon sun slanted low through the archive windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Ethan found Eleanor standing atop a rolling ladder, carefully rearranging a high shelf of leather-bound ledgers.

"You’re reorganizing?" Ethan asked, setting a paper bag on the desk.

"I am correcting," Eleanor said, sliding a heavy volume into place with a satisfied sigh. "The previous archivist filed these by ‘Color of Binding’ rather than ‘Year of Acquisition.’ It made for a beautiful shelf, but a difficult search. Finding anything required looking everywhere."

She climbed down, dusting off her hands. "What did you bring?"

"Pistachio croissants. And a cortado."

Eleanor’s expression softened into a genuine smile. ...

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