Axis Exclusive — Live View

Mara rewound the Axis feed for the corridor outside the archives. Frame by frame she watched people flow past—janitors with maintenance carts, staff with tote bags, a child tugging her guardian’s sleeve. At 6:12, the intern, Jonah, appeared, coat flung open as he juggled a stack of envelopes. At 6:48, the corridor was empty. The critical fifteen minutes were somehow invisible—an axis of time that the regular pipeline had failed to capture.