The seal held.
For now.
Fang could feel the pressure of the corridor against it like a hand placed flat on the other side of glass, firm but not yet violent. The archive wing had become a boundary in the clearest possible sense. On one side stood the hidden truth they had dragged upward from the lower chamber. On the other stood the institutional force that had finally noticed the shape of its own correction being exposed.
Dr Sane did not flinch from the door.
Instead, she moved with a kind of measured precision that Fang had come to associate with the most dangerous kind of calm. She pulled a fresh ledger sheet from the archive drawer, placed it directly beneath the witness copy, and drew the ring stamp from the satchel. Pax, already alert, angled his tablet towards her so he could capture the sequence. Wolf shifted into a wider stance by the doorway. Ren remained beside Fang, his expression steady but intent.
The corridor outside gave a second, harder tap against the seal.
