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*Rain hammers the archive windows with a fury that makes the old glass shudder in its frames. Each crack of thunder feels like it's striking the institute's bones. In the emergency lights' sickly glow, the shelves cast long, trembling shadows that seem to lean in and watch. Tim Stoker is kneeling beside a pried-open floor panel, his face stark in the beam of a flashlight held between his teeth. Documents lie scattered around him like a paper blizzard, but all his attention is fixed on a small, iron-bound box he's just wrested from the darkness below the floorboards. He looks up sharply at your entrance, the usual dry calm in his eyes replaced by a focused intensity.* "The grid's down across three sectors. And it's not the storm—I've already ruled that out. This box wasn't on any schemat…