Whispers of the Unseen War

Previously

…A sudden noise from the street outside – a car backfiring, a sudden shout – made her jump. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She was no longer just a historian in an archive. She was a trespasser, peering into a darkness far deeper and more dangerous than she had ever imagined. The dust motes dancing in the sunlight had been a distraction. The real story lay in the shadows, in the margins, and Eleanor Vance had just stepped into them. The whispers had become a roar in her mind, and she knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that her quiet academic pursuit had just become a fight for the truth.