Rebecca stared at the empty chain in her hand.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
Nick collapsed against me.<\/p>\n
Blood ran from beneath his jacket.<\/p>\n
Vance moved first.<\/p>\n
"Medic!"<\/p>\n
A paramedic dropped beside Nick and cut open the fabric.<\/p>\n
Gunshot wound.<\/p>\n
Lower abdomen.<\/p>\n
Nick's face tightened as pressure was applied.<\/p>\n
"Where did you see Carter?" I asked.<\/p>\n
Vance pulled me back.<\/p>\n
"Let them work."<\/p>\n
Nick grabbed my sleeve.<\/p>\n
"Parking structure."<\/p>\n
"What parking structure?"<\/p>\n
"Federal annex."<\/p>\n
Vance swore.<\/p>\n
Nick coughed.<\/p>\n
"He knew where they'd move Arthur."<\/p>\n
"Who told him?"<\/p>\n
Nick shook his head.<\/p>\n
"Inside."<\/p>\n
"Inside the task force?"<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
His eyes found Marcus.<\/p>\n
"Not him."<\/p>\n
Marcus looked surprised.<\/p>\n
"How do you know?"<\/p>\n
Nick grimaced.<\/p>\n
"Because Carter wanted him dead too."<\/p>\n
I looked at Marcus.<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Tonight."<\/p>\n
Nick struggled for breath.<\/p>\n
"Carter had photos. Storage unit. Survey station."<\/p>\n
Rebecca stepped closer.<\/p>\n
"How did he get my key?"<\/p>\n
Nick looked at her.<\/p>\n
"You're Rebecca."<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
"He cut it off you at Aspen."<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"2019."<\/p>\n
She looked down at the chain.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
Nick forced the words out.<\/p>\n
"The key you carried after Aspen was a copy."<\/p>\n
Rebecca went white.<\/p>\n
"That's impossible."<\/p>\n
"Carter showed me the original."<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Two hours ago."<\/p>\n
The medic pushed us farther away.<\/p>\n
Nick was lifted onto a stretcher.<\/p>\n
"Sebastian."<\/p>\n
I stepped beside him.<\/p>\n
"Mercer Point."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Don't let Arthur open the lower vault."<\/p>\n
"What's in it?"<\/p>\n
His eyes struggled to focus.<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"Nick."<\/p>\n
"He called it the correction ledger."<\/p>\n
"Who?"<\/p>\n
"Your grandfather."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"You spoke to him?"<\/p>\n
"Once."<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Before he died."<\/p>\n
That revelation had to wait.<\/p>\n
The stretcher rolled out.<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned toward Vance.<\/p>\n
"We're going."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Carter has my key."<\/p>\n
"We still don't know whether the key is sufficient."<\/p>\n
"Arthur can override one side."<\/p>\n
"According to people who may or may not know the system."<\/p>\n
Marcus spoke.<\/p>\n
"They know."<\/p>\n
Vance looked at him.<\/p>\n
"How?"<\/p>\n
"Because Carter tested it."<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Three years ago."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"Mercer Point."<\/p>\n
Rebecca snapped toward him.<\/p>\n
"He accessed the site?"<\/p>\n
"Outer vault only."<\/p>\n
"How?"<\/p>\n
"He had your key."<\/p>\n
The realization hit her.<\/p>\n
"That's why he approached Clara."<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded.<\/p>\n
"He needed Arthur Miller's."<\/p>\n
I looked at the brass compass.<\/p>\n
Carter had spent years seeking the second key.<\/p>\n
My grandfather had hidden it in plain sight on my desk.<\/p>\n
"We go now."<\/p>\n
Vance stared at me.<\/p>\n
"You are not directing a federal operation."<\/p>\n
"Fine."<\/p>\n
I stepped toward the exit.<\/p>\n
"Then arrest me if you want to stop me."<\/p>\n
Clara caught up.<\/p>\n
"Sebastian."<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She wasn't telling me not to go.<\/p>\n
That frightened me.<\/p>\n
"You're going too?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
"Don't sound relieved."<\/p>\n
"I'm terrified."<\/p>\n
"So am I."<\/p>\n
She touched my face.<\/p>\n
"Maya and Chloe are with your mother."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"Dad?"<\/p>\n
"Going there too."<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
She looked toward Rebecca.<\/p>\n
"Do not trust her because she shares your blood."<\/p>\n
"I don't."<\/p>\n
"Do not trust Eleanor because she feels guilty."<\/p>\n
"I don't."<\/p>\n
"Do not trust Marcus because Nick cleared him."<\/p>\n
"I don't."<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
She kissed me once.<\/p>\n
"Then trust yourself."<\/p>\n
The route to Mercer Point followed I-70 west into the mountains.<\/p>\n
Vance took command.<\/p>\n
Six vehicles.<\/p>\n
No sirens.<\/p>\n
No marked units.<\/p>\n
Federal teams approached from two roads while a helicopter remained far enough away not to announce itself.<\/p>\n
Rebecca rode with us.<\/p>\n
So did Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Vance protested both.<\/p>\n
Neither listened.<\/p>\n
Marcus traveled in restraints in another vehicle.<\/p>\n
The brass compass rested inside an evidence pouch on my lap.<\/p>\n
Rebecca watched it.<\/p>\n
"I should hate that thing."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"My mother spent years looking for it."<\/p>\n
"She knew my grandfather had it?"<\/p>\n
"She knew he made something for her."<\/p>\n
"You said they worked together."<\/p>\n
"They did."<\/p>\n
"Then why didn't he give it to her?"<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked out at the dark mountains.<\/p>\n
"They stopped trusting each other."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because Margaret wanted exposure."<\/p>\n
"And Grandfather?"<\/p>\n
"Protection first."<\/p>\n
"Of who?"<\/p>\n
"Everyone erased from the trust."<\/p>\n
"People like us."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Eleanor spoke from the front seat.<\/p>\n
"Arthur thought disclosure would get them killed."<\/p>\n
Rebecca gave a harsh laugh.<\/p>\n
"Some were killed anyway."<\/p>\n
Eleanor didn't argue.<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
"What happened to your mother?"<\/p>\n
Her jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
"Pancreatic cancer."<\/p>\n
Not murder.<\/p>\n
Not sabotage.<\/p>\n
Ordinary cruelty.<\/p>\n
"She died eight years ago."<\/p>\n
"I'm sorry."<\/p>\n
"Don't be."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"She wasn't kind by the end."<\/p>\n
Pain sharpened Rebecca's voice.<\/p>\n
"She'd spent thirty years believing justice was always one document away."<\/p>\n
I understood that more than I wanted to.<\/p>\n
"Did she know about me?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why not contact me?"<\/p>\n
"Because Arthur Miller asked her not to."<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
"He was still alive?"<\/p>\n
"Initially."<\/p>\n
"And after he died?"<\/p>\n
"She honored the promise."<\/p>\n
"Until you didn't."<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
"I decided you had the right to know."<\/p>\n
"By surveilling my wife and children."<\/p>\n
"That wasn't me."<\/p>\n
"Your organization."<\/p>\n
"Arthur's contractor."<\/p>\n
"You used the same people."<\/p>\n
Her silence answered.<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
"The family keeps changing uniforms. The behavior stays the same."<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at me in the mirror.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Mercer Point lay beyond an abandoned mining road near Georgetown.<\/p>\n
Snow remained in the high shadows even in late season.<\/p>\n
Vance killed the headlights half a mile out.<\/p>\n
We continued under moonlight.<\/p>\n
The property was invisible from the road.<\/p>\n
Then trees opened.<\/p>\n
A low stone structure had been built directly into the mountainside.<\/p>\n
No sign.<\/p>\n
No driveway lights.<\/p>\n
Just a steel door set into granite.<\/p>\n
Two black SUVs stood outside.<\/p>\n
Carter was there.<\/p>\n
Vance raised a fist.<\/p>\n
Everyone stopped.<\/p>\n
Agents spread into the trees.<\/p>\n
I counted four armed men near the vehicles.<\/p>\n
Professional security.<\/p>\n
One smoked.<\/p>\n
Another watched the road.<\/p>\n
No sign of Arthur.<\/p>\n
Rebecca pointed toward the cliff.<\/p>\n
"Ventilation shaft."<\/p>\n
Vance shook his head.<\/p>\n
"Too narrow."<\/p>\n
"Not the old service shaft."<\/p>\n
"You've been here before."<\/p>\n
She didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Of course she had.<\/p>\n
We moved north through timber.<\/p>\n
A rusted grate appeared behind fallen rocks.<\/p>\n
Rebecca found the release beneath the frame.<\/p>\n
"Margaret showed me."<\/p>\n
Vance stared.<\/p>\n
"You said you couldn't enter without the keys."<\/p>\n
"Main vault."<\/p>\n
"Not the building."<\/p>\n
He muttered something impolite.<\/p>\n
We entered single file.<\/p>\n
The tunnel descended.<\/p>\n
Cold water dripped from the ceiling.<\/p>\n
The passage ended above a concrete corridor.<\/p>\n
Voices carried.<\/p>\n
Carter.<\/p>\n
"…already have the key."<\/p>\n
Arthur answered.<\/p>\n
"You have Margaret's key. Not Arthur's."<\/p>\n
"His grandson is coming."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
They expected me.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
"Sebastian won't give it to you."<\/p>\n
Carter laughed.<\/p>\n
"Everyone gives something."<\/p>\n
"He didn't take fifty thousand."<\/p>\n
"Then I mispriced him."<\/p>\n
Eleanor's face hardened.<\/p>\n
We stayed hidden above the corridor.<\/p>\n
Carter spoke again.<\/p>\n
"You know what I admire about your family?"<\/p>\n
Arthur didn't respond.<\/p>\n
"You all believe your motives make you different."<\/p>\n
"Do not compare me to Eleanor."<\/p>\n
"You're almost identical."<\/p>\n
Arthur's anger sharpened.<\/p>\n
"Eleanor destroyed the trust."<\/p>\n
"No. Your father did that when he falsified the registry."<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at Eleanor.<\/p>\n
She whispered, "He admitted it."<\/p>\n
Eleanor nodded faintly.<\/p>\n
Carter continued.<\/p>\n
"Arthur Miller copied the evidence. Margaret found the beneficiary amendments. Eleanor signed silence agreements. You enforced them."<\/p>\n
Arthur said nothing.<\/p>\n
"And I?"<\/p>\n
Carter's voice carried amusement.<\/p>\n
"I monetized the chaos."<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
A man bragging about corruption rarely sounded as ordinary as Carter did.<\/p>\n
"What do you want in the lower vault?" Arthur asked.<\/p>\n
"The correction ledger."<\/p>\n
"You think it gives you ownership."<\/p>\n
"I think it tells me which assets were illegally transferred from removed beneficiaries."<\/p>\n
"So?"<\/p>\n
"So recovery rights can be purchased."<\/p>\n
Arthur laughed.<\/p>\n
"That's your plan?"<\/p>\n
"Debt, claims, settlements, distressed interests. Most descendants don't know what they're entitled to. Some will sell cheaply."<\/p>\n
"Parasite."<\/p>\n
"Capitalist."<\/p>\n
Arthur's voice turned cold.<\/p>\n
"And if Sebastian refuses?"<\/p>\n
Carter paused.<\/p>\n
"Then his wife will persuade him."<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Clara.<\/p>\n
Vance's hand closed around my shoulder before I could move.<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, "He's bluffing."<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A photo arrived.<\/p>\n
Clara.<\/p>\n
Standing outside my parents' house beside Maya and Chloe.<\/p>\n
Taken moments earlier.<\/p>\n
My blood froze.<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
THE FAMILY IS VISIBLE FROM THE STREET.<\/p>\n
NOT A THREAT. A REMINDER.<\/p>\n
I showed Vance.<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
He signaled an agent.<\/p>\n
Protective teams were ordered to my parents' house immediately.<\/p>\n
But Carter had proved his point.<\/p>\n
He knew where they were.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the compass.<\/p>\n
"How close are they to opening the vault?"<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, "They need both keys inserted together."<\/p>\n
"So without this\u2014"<\/p>\n
"They can't."<\/p>\n
Carter's voice echoed again.<\/p>\n
"Call him."<\/p>\n
Arthur answered.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"He'll come without needing a call."<\/p>\n
"You sound confident."<\/p>\n
Arthur's tone changed.<\/p>\n
"For all his anger, Sebastian still believes responsibility is personal."<\/p>\n
I hated that he understood me.<\/p>\n
Carter laughed.<\/p>\n
"Then perhaps you're useful after all."<\/p>\n
A door opened below.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
Vance signaled.<\/p>\n
Agents moved.<\/p>\n
Everything happened fast.<\/p>\n
Two guards entered the corridor.<\/p>\n
Federal agents dropped from the service ledge behind them.<\/p>\n
"Federal agents!"<\/p>\n
One guard surrendered.<\/p>\n
The other reached.<\/p>\n
A shot cracked.<\/p>\n
He fell.<\/p>\n
Carter shouted from deeper inside.<\/p>\n
Arthur cursed.<\/p>\n
We ran.<\/p>\n
The corridor opened into a circular chamber carved through granite.<\/p>\n
At the center stood a steel vault door.<\/p>\n
Not modern.<\/p>\n
Massive.<\/p>\n
Two brass receptacles were built into a locking plate.<\/p>\n
Carter stood beside it.<\/p>\n
Arthur was near him.<\/p>\n
His wrists were bound in front.<\/p>\n
Two armed men stood behind them.<\/p>\n
Carter held a gun against Arthur's neck.<\/p>\n
"Stop."<\/p>\n
Everyone stopped.<\/p>\n
Vance aimed at Carter.<\/p>\n
"Drop it."<\/p>\n
Carter smiled.<\/p>\n
"You finally caught up."<\/p>\n
"Nowhere to go."<\/p>\n
"There's always somewhere."<\/p>\n
He saw me.<\/p>\n
"Sebastian."<\/p>\n
"Let him go."<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at me with disgust.<\/p>\n
"Don't trade anything for me."<\/p>\n
"I wasn't planning to."<\/p>\n
His mouth almost moved.<\/p>\n
Carter smiled.<\/p>\n
"Family warmth."<\/p>\n
He held up a small brass object.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's stolen lineage key.<\/p>\n
"One side."<\/p>\n
Then he looked at my compass.<\/p>\n
"The other."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"I expected that."<\/p>\n
His thumb pulled back the hammer.<\/p>\n
Arthur didn't flinch.<\/p>\n
Carter pressed the muzzle harder into him.<\/p>\n
"You dislike him."<\/p>\n
"True."<\/p>\n
"But you won't watch him die when you can prevent it."<\/p>\n
Arthur said, "Sebastian, don't."<\/p>\n
Carter looked delighted.<\/p>\n
"See?"<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Vance whispered, "Don't."<\/p>\n
Carter's eyes stayed on mine.<\/p>\n
"Put the compass on the floor."<\/p>\n
"Release Arthur first."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Then we stay here."<\/p>\n
"For how long?"<\/p>\n
"Until your arm gets tired."<\/p>\n
One of Carter's men shifted.<\/p>\n
Federal agents adjusted aim.<\/p>\n
Nobody breathed comfortably.<\/p>\n
Then Eleanor stepped into the chamber.<\/p>\n
Carter's expression changed.<\/p>\n
"You."<\/p>\n
"Me."<\/p>\n
"You should be dead twice today."<\/p>\n
"Disappointing."<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at his sister.<\/p>\n
"What are you doing?"<\/p>\n
She ignored him.<\/p>\n
"Carter, the ledger won't give you what you think."<\/p>\n
"You don't know what's inside."<\/p>\n
"Neither do you."<\/p>\n
"I know enough."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
Eleanor stepped closer.<\/p>\n
"The correction ledger isn't an asset schedule."<\/p>\n
Carter's smile faded.<\/p>\n
"What is it?"<\/p>\n
"A confession."<\/p>\n
Arthur stared.<\/p>\n
Eleanor continued.<\/p>\n
"Father wrote it."<\/p>\n
The chamber went silent.<\/p>\n
"Our father documented every beneficiary alteration, every coerced waiver, every transfer he ordered after Arthur left."<\/p>\n
Arthur whispered, "No."<\/p>\n
"You knew he kept something."<\/p>\n
"Not that."<\/p>\n
Carter tightened his grip on the gun.<\/p>\n
"You're lying."<\/p>\n
"I'm not."<\/p>\n
"Why would he confess?"<\/p>\n
"Because toward the end, he became afraid."<\/p>\n
"Of prison?"<\/p>\n
"Of dying."<\/p>\n
Carter laughed.<\/p>\n
"Rich men become religious at remarkably convenient times."<\/p>\n
"Perhaps."<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at me.<\/p>\n
"But the ledger names everyone who participated."<\/p>\n
Carter's expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
"Everyone?"<\/p>\n
"Including the attorneys, bankers and intermediaries."<\/p>\n
Rebecca understood.<\/p>\n
"And Carter."<\/p>\n
Eleanor nodded.<\/p>\n
"His father first. Then him."<\/p>\n
Carter's face emptied.<\/p>\n
That was more frightening than anger.<\/p>\n
"You've seen it."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Then how do you know?"<\/p>\n
"Father told me it existed."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"Here."<\/p>\n
Arthur suddenly laughed.<\/p>\n
Carter jerked the gun.<\/p>\n
"What's funny?"<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at him.<\/p>\n
"You spent years trying to buy stolen assets."<\/p>\n
"So?"<\/p>\n
"And the vault contains proof your family helped steal them."<\/p>\n
Carter's calm cracked.<\/p>\n
"Shut up."<\/p>\n
Arthur's eyes brightened.<\/p>\n
"You don't want the ledger anymore."<\/p>\n
Carter aimed the gun toward me.<\/p>\n
"You open the vault."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"I will shoot him."<\/p>\n
"Then you'll never get inside."<\/p>\n
"I'll shoot Eleanor."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Rebecca."<\/p>\n
I didn't move.<\/p>\n
Carter's breathing became uneven.<\/p>\n
His entire plan depended on my willingness to stop suffering.<\/p>\n
That was the trick.<\/p>\n
Everyone had learned the same thing about me.<\/p>\n
They simply disagreed on how to use it.<\/p>\n
I looked at Arthur.<\/p>\n
Then Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca.<\/p>\n
My grandfather's family.<\/p>\n
A collection of people who had spent decades turning blood into leverage.<\/p>\n
I lowered the compass.<\/p>\n
Carter smiled.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
I placed it on the floor.<\/p>\n
Then kicked it.<\/p>\n
Not toward him.<\/p>\n
Toward the vault.<\/p>\n
The brass compass skidded beneath the locking plate.<\/p>\n
Carter's eyes followed it.<\/p>\n
For one second, the gun moved away from Arthur.<\/p>\n
Arthur struck him.<\/p>\n
Hard.<\/p>\n
Gunfire exploded.<\/p>\n
I hit the ground.<\/p>\n
Rebecca screamed.<\/p>\n
Federal agents rushed forward.<\/p>\n
Carter fired once into the ceiling.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur slammed him into the vault door.<\/p>\n
Vance's agents tackled both armed guards.<\/p>\n
Carter fell.<\/p>\n
Arthur kicked the pistol away.<\/p>\n
Agents seized Carter.<\/p>\n
For a moment, everyone shouted.<\/p>\n
Then silence returned in ragged pieces.<\/p>\n
No one had been hit.<\/p>\n
Vance cuffed Carter himself.<\/p>\n
Carter looked at me from the floor.<\/p>\n
"You think you've protected it."<\/p>\n
I picked up the compass.<\/p>\n
"Protected what?"<\/p>\n
His smile returned.<\/p>\n
"The vault."<\/p>\n
I looked at the locking plate.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's lineage key still rested in Carter's dropped evidence pouch.<\/p>\n
"You're not opening it."<\/p>\n
Carter laughed.<\/p>\n
"You already did."<\/p>\n
A mechanical sound came from inside the mountain.<\/p>\n
Deep.<\/p>\n
Heavy.<\/p>\n
The brass receptacle beside the vault door had been struck when Arthur shoved Carter against it.<\/p>\n
The stolen Margaret key had snapped into place.<\/p>\n
At the same moment, my compass had slid beneath the second plate.<\/p>\n
Its metal tip had entered a narrow opening.<\/p>\n
Two contacts.<\/p>\n
Two lineage keys.<\/p>\n
Accidental.<\/p>\n
Or designed so simply that none of us recognized it.<\/p>\n
The vault lock rotated.<\/p>\n
Eleanor whispered, "Oh, no."<\/p>\n
The door opened three inches.<\/p>\n
A breath of cold, stale air escaped.<\/p>\n
Inside, something began beeping.<\/p>\n
Vance stared.<\/p>\n
"What is that?"<\/p>\n
Rebecca went pale.<\/p>\n
"Grandfather's fail-safe."<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"What fail-safe?"<\/p>\n
"If the vault opened under duress\u2014"<\/p>\n
The beeping accelerated.<\/p>\n
"\u2014the records destroy themselves."<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at the empty chain in her hand. "No." Nick collapsed against me. Blood ran from beneath his jacket. Vance moved first. "Medic!" A paramedic dropped beside Nick and … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7373,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7384","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chapter-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7384","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7384"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7384\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7404,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7384\/revisions\/7404"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7384"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7384"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}