Thomas Vale stared at Marcus's phone.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
The word came out softly.<\/p>\n
Marcus read the message again.<\/p>\n
"That's what it says."<\/p>\n
Vale stood so quickly the agent beside him reached for his shoulder.<\/p>\n
"Sit."<\/p>\n
Vale ignored him.<\/p>\n
"David didn't have authority."<\/p>\n
"Authority for what?" Vance asked.<\/p>\n
"The publication trigger."<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at Vale.<\/p>\n
"My father built it."<\/p>\n
"He audited it."<\/p>\n
"He found your fraud."<\/p>\n
"He didn't control the registry."<\/p>\n
"Maybe he didn't need to."<\/p>\n
Vale's composure cracked further.<\/p>\n
"Where is the server?"<\/p>\n
Marcus almost smiled.<\/p>\n
"You don't know."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"That's the point."<\/p>\n
Vale turned toward Jenny.<\/p>\n
"You knew."<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
"I didn't."<\/p>\n
"Arthur told you."<\/p>\n
"He gave me one page."<\/p>\n
"You were with him."<\/p>\n
"Not for everything."<\/p>\n
Vale's breathing became shallow.<\/p>\n
I watched him.<\/p>\n
This man had spent decades living inside systems he believed only he understood.<\/p>\n
The possibility that two dead men had built something outside his control frightened him more than federal handcuffs.<\/p>\n
Vance took Marcus's phone.<\/p>\n
The dead-drop email contained an attachment.<\/p>\n
Encrypted.<\/p>\n
Filename:<\/p>\n
MERIDIAN_0314.<\/p>\n
"Can you open it?"<\/p>\n
Marcus shook his head.<\/p>\n
"Password."<\/p>\n
"Your birth date?"<\/p>\n
"Too obvious."<\/p>\n
"Middle name?"<\/p>\n
"Also obvious."<\/p>\n
Dad spoke through my phone.<\/p>\n
"Try survey notation."<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Your grandfather's phrase."<\/p>\n
"Know where you stand."<\/p>\n
Vance entered it.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
"Wrong."<\/p>\n
I thought of the email.<\/p>\n
Find the meridian where Arthur first chose truth.<\/p>\n
Not a password.<\/p>\n
A location.<\/p>\n
The roadside where Daniel Cross died.<\/p>\n
"Coordinates."<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded.<\/p>\n
"We need the crash location."<\/p>\n
Rebecca would know.<\/p>\n
She was still at St. Anthony's under guard.<\/p>\n
Vance called.<\/p>\n
No answer from the agent outside her room.<\/p>\n
He called again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
His face hardened.<\/p>\n
"Hospital team, respond."<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
The same pattern.<\/p>\n
Survey station.<\/p>\n
Arthur's transport.<\/p>\n
Now Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Someone kept reaching federal personnel.<\/p>\n
Vance barked orders.<\/p>\n
We moved.<\/p>\n
Vale remained under arrest with a separate team.<\/p>\n
Jenny came with us because Vance no longer trusted leaving witnesses behind.<\/p>\n
Marcus came because the file appeared tied to him.<\/p>\n
I came because nobody even bothered telling me not to anymore.<\/p>\n
On the way to St. Anthony's, Clara called.<\/p>\n
"Girls are safe."<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
"Your father is driving Mom crazy."<\/p>\n
"Also good."<\/p>\n
"Sebastian."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Come home eventually."<\/p>\n
The simplicity of it hurt.<\/p>\n
"I will."<\/p>\n
"You keep saying that."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
"Then make it true."<\/p>\n
At the hospital, Rebecca's guard lay unconscious in a service corridor.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Drugged.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's room was empty.<\/p>\n
The window was closed.<\/p>\n
No struggle.<\/p>\n
No blood.<\/p>\n
On the bed lay a note.<\/p>\n
HE HAS THE WRONG ARTHUR.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"What does that mean?"<\/p>\n
Jenny answered.<\/p>\n
"Vale."<\/p>\n
"Vale has the wrong Arthur?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
She pointed to the handwriting.<\/p>\n
"I know this."<\/p>\n
"Whose?"<\/p>\n
"Rebecca's."<\/p>\n
"So she left willingly."<\/p>\n
"Or wanted us to think she did."<\/p>\n
Vance's phone rang.<\/p>\n
Arthur Sterling's detention team.<\/p>\n
He was gone.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
I laughed because the alternative was throwing something.<\/p>\n
"How does an eighty-year-old man keep escaping federal custody?"<\/p>\n
Vance looked murderous.<\/p>\n
"Seventy-eight."<\/p>\n
"That helps."<\/p>\n
"Transport order was forged."<\/p>\n
"By who?"<\/p>\n
"Authorized electronically under my credentials."<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Someone had Vance's credentials.<\/p>\n
Or access to the system that accepted them.<\/p>\n
Marcus leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
"I told you the task force was compromised."<\/p>\n
Vance looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Say that again and I may forget you're useful."<\/p>\n
Jenny examined Rebecca's note.<\/p>\n
"He has the wrong Arthur."<\/p>\n
I thought of my grandfather.<\/p>\n
Arthur Miller.<\/p>\n
Arthur Sterling.<\/p>\n
Two Arthurs.<\/p>\n
"Maybe she means the system."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"The safeguard."<\/p>\n
I looked at Marcus.<\/p>\n
"Find the meridian where Arthur first chose truth."<\/p>\n
"Which Arthur?"<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
We had assumed my grandfather.<\/p>\n
But the instruction didn't say Miller.<\/p>\n
It only said Arthur.<\/p>\n
Jenny whispered, "Arthur Sterling."<\/p>\n
"His uncle."<\/p>\n
Eleanor's brother.<\/p>\n
"The man everyone calls predictable."<\/p>\n
Marcus shook his head.<\/p>\n
"When did he first choose truth?"<\/p>\n
"Maybe never."<\/p>\n
"Everyone chooses eventually."<\/p>\n
Eleanor's voice came from the doorway.<\/p>\n
We turned.<\/p>\n
She stood in a wheelchair pushed by a nurse.<\/p>\n
Vance looked ready to explode.<\/p>\n
"You were supposed to remain upstairs."<\/p>\n
"I heard Rebecca disappeared."<\/p>\n
"You are also supposed to remain under observation."<\/p>\n
"I have been observed enough for one lifetime."<\/p>\n
She looked at the note.<\/p>\n
"He has the wrong Arthur."<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
"You know."<\/p>\n
"I might."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Arthur Sterling helped your grandfather once."<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"The night Daniel Cross died."<\/p>\n
That stopped us.<\/p>\n
"Arthur Sterling was there?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Vale said Grandpa hired men to frighten Daniel."<\/p>\n
"He did."<\/p>\n
"And they sabotaged the brakes."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Where does Arthur Sterling fit?"<\/p>\n
"He followed them."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because he suspected Arthur Miller was about to do something reckless."<\/p>\n
"Did he stop them?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Then how is that choosing truth?"<\/p>\n
"He pulled Daniel from the wreck."<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"Daniel survived?"<\/p>\n
"For several hours."<\/p>\n
Rebecca believed her father died in the crash.<\/p>\n
"Did Margaret know?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel asked Arthur not to tell her."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"He had evidence hidden."<\/p>\n
The original registry.<\/p>\n
Eleanor nodded.<\/p>\n
"He believed if Margaret knew he survived, she'd go to the hospital and lead Vale's people there."<\/p>\n
"So Arthur Sterling protected him."<\/p>\n
"For one night."<\/p>\n
"What happened?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel died before morning."<\/p>\n
"And Arthur kept the secret."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Where was the crash?"<\/p>\n
Eleanor gave us the location.<\/p>\n
An old mountain road near Idaho Springs.<\/p>\n
Marcus entered the coordinates into the encrypted attachment.<\/p>\n
The file opened.<\/p>\n
A map appeared.<\/p>\n
One marked location.<\/p>\n
Not the crash site.<\/p>\n
A point three miles away.<\/p>\n
An abandoned railway tunnel.<\/p>\n
Alongside it:<\/p>\n
MERIDIAN REPOSITORY.<\/p>\n
Vance stared.<\/p>\n
"That's where the original register is."<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded.<\/p>\n
"Probably."<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A video call.<\/p>\n
Arthur Sterling.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
His face appeared.<\/p>\n
He was outdoors.<\/p>\n
Darkness behind him.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood several feet away.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Unrestrained.<\/p>\n
"You two are together."<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned toward the camera.<\/p>\n
"Temporarily."<\/p>\n
Vance swore.<\/p>\n
"Arthur, you are a federal detainee."<\/p>\n
Arthur looked bored.<\/p>\n
"I've been many things."<\/p>\n
"Where are you?"<\/p>\n
Rebecca answered.<\/p>\n
"Going to the repository."<\/p>\n
"Stop."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"You could compromise the evidence."<\/p>\n
"Vale already knows where it is."<\/p>\n
"How?"<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Because I told him."<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Thirty years ago."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"I thought Daniel's evidence belonged under family control."<\/p>\n
Eleanor closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
"I was wrong."<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
First chose truth.<\/p>\n
Not one pure moment.<\/p>\n
A man moving backward and forward across the same moral line for decades.<\/p>\n
"Why help now?"<\/p>\n
Arthur looked tired.<\/p>\n
"Because Carter put a gun to my head tonight and all I could think about was how many times I had put people in the same position without holding the weapon myself."<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
"You were right."<\/p>\n
"About what?"<\/p>\n
"Your grandfather left because he understood something I didn't."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Control is not responsibility."<\/p>\n
The call shook as Rebecca moved.<\/p>\n
"We're at the tunnel."<\/p>\n
Vance ordered them to wait.<\/p>\n
They didn't.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
We drove west.<\/p>\n
Federal vehicles spread out around us.<\/p>\n
Vance changed his credentials and isolated the operation to a tiny group.<\/p>\n
No broader task-force communication.<\/p>\n
The repository entrance looked like an abandoned railway cut.<\/p>\n
Arthur and Rebecca waited beside it.<\/p>\n
Neither was armed.<\/p>\n
Vance cuffed Arthur again.<\/p>\n
Arthur sighed.<\/p>\n
"You enjoy that."<\/p>\n
"More every time."<\/p>\n
Rebecca almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Inside the tunnel, we found a steel survey marker.<\/p>\n
Marcus's middle name and birth date generated the alignment.<\/p>\n
My compass fit one side.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's lineage key fit the other.<\/p>\n
Arthur placed his thumb against a mechanical plate.<\/p>\n
Three branches.<\/p>\n
Three witnesses.<\/p>\n
The lock opened.<\/p>\n
Behind it sat one sealed archival case.<\/p>\n
No fortune.<\/p>\n
No jewels.<\/p>\n
Paper.<\/p>\n
The original beneficiary register.<\/p>\n
Marcus stared.<\/p>\n
"My father found this."<\/p>\n
"Your father helped hide it," Eleanor said.<\/p>\n
Vance photographed the seal.<\/p>\n
Then his phone rang.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
"Vale escaped."<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed again.<\/p>\n
"How?"<\/p>\n
"Medical distress during transport."<\/p>\n
"Real?"<\/p>\n
"Apparently not."<\/p>\n
Marcus looked toward the tunnel entrance.<\/p>\n
"He knows we're here."<\/p>\n
Vance immediately ordered security.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
The lights inside the tunnel died.<\/p>\n
A voice echoed from the darkness.<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale.<\/p>\n
"Put the register down."<\/p>\n
Jenny whispered, "Father."<\/p>\n
A flashlight appeared near the entrance.<\/p>\n
Vale stood behind her.<\/p>\n
Somehow he had reached Jenny while we were opening the repository.<\/p>\n
A pistol pressed against his own daughter's side.<\/p>\n
Jenny's face was white.<\/p>\n
"I'm sorry."<\/p>\n
Vale looked older than he had beneath Union Station.<\/p>\n
Not weaker.<\/p>\n
More desperate.<\/p>\n
"Register."<\/p>\n
I held the case.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
He pushed the pistol harder into Jenny.<\/p>\n
"You've learned nothing."<\/p>\n
"I've learned exactly what you do when someone says no."<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
"That document will destroy hundreds of lives."<\/p>\n
"It will change them."<\/p>\n
"Families will sue each other for decades."<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
"Companies will collapse."<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
"Employees will lose jobs."<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
"And you accept that?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
I stepped forward.<\/p>\n
"I accept that none of us gets to hide the truth because we're afraid of what other people will do with it."<\/p>\n
Vale's hand trembled.<\/p>\n
Jenny looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Dad."<\/p>\n
"Quiet."<\/p>\n
"You don't have to do this."<\/p>\n
"I built everything for you."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
"You built everything so nobody could leave you."<\/p>\n
Vale stared.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
"Arthur left. Margaret fought. David exposed you. Grandpa Vale died hating you."<\/p>\n
"Stop."<\/p>\n
"Mom left."<\/p>\n
"Jennifer."<\/p>\n
"And I sat behind that desk for nine years because I was afraid you'd hurt Sebastian's family if I didn't."<\/p>\n
Vale's face collapsed for one second.<\/p>\n
Then hardened.<\/p>\n
"You owe me."<\/p>\n
Jenny closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
She stepped away from the gun.<\/p>\n
Vale grabbed her.<\/p>\n
Arthur moved.<\/p>\n
Fast for seventy-eight.<\/p>\n
He struck Vale's wrist with his cuffed hands.<\/p>\n
The gun fired.<\/p>\n
The tunnel exploded with sound.<\/p>\n
Jenny fell.<\/p>\n
I dropped the register and ran.<\/p>\n
Vance's agents tackled Vale.<\/p>\n
Rebecca reached Jenny first.<\/p>\n
Blood spread across her side.<\/p>\n
"Medic!"<\/p>\n
Vale screamed as agents pinned him.<\/p>\n
Not words.<\/p>\n
Just rage.<\/p>\n
Arthur stood over him.<\/p>\n
Vale looked up.<\/p>\n
"You."<\/p>\n
Arthur's face was empty.<\/p>\n
"For once, Thomas, you don't get to decide what happens next."<\/p>\n
Paramedics rushed in.<\/p>\n
Jenny was conscious.<\/p>\n
The bullet had entered below her ribs.<\/p>\n
Clara's voice lived in my head again.<\/p>\n
Come home eventually.<\/p>\n
I looked at the original register on the tunnel floor.<\/p>\n
Vance picked it up carefully.<\/p>\n
"It's intact."<\/p>\n
Marcus stared.<\/p>\n
"So what now?"<\/p>\n
I thought of Vale's transfer.<\/p>\n
Anchor Oak irrevocable.<\/p>\n
David's safeguard.<\/p>\n
The original register becoming public by default.<\/p>\n
"Now we stop hiding it."<\/p>\n
Vance nodded.<\/p>\n
Federal preservation teams photographed every page.<\/p>\n
Copies went to multiple independent repositories.<\/p>\n
Court clerks.<\/p>\n
Investigators.<\/p>\n
Trust regulators.<\/p>\n
No single person could bury it again.<\/p>\n
Not Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Not Arthur.<\/p>\n
Not Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Not Vale.<\/p>\n
Not me.<\/p>\n
At 5:43 that morning, the first authenticated filing entered the federal court record.<\/p>\n
Marcus watched the confirmation appear.<\/p>\n
"Public."<\/p>\n
"Public," Vance repeated.<\/p>\n
Eleanor sat against the tunnel wall.<\/p>\n
Arthur beside her, still cuffed.<\/p>\n
Brother and sister looked older than they had the day before.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood apart.<\/p>\n
I looked at the filing.<\/p>\n
The safeguard activated.<\/p>\n
Anchor Oak's administrative override terminated.<\/p>\n
Three hundred twenty million dollars did not suddenly become mine.<\/p>\n
Or Rebecca's.<\/p>\n
Or Eleanor's.<\/p>\n
It became disputed property subject to claims, audits, restitution and courts.<\/p>\n
Exactly where it belonged.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Clara.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
"It's filed."<\/p>\n
She was quiet.<\/p>\n
"Is it over?"<\/p>\n
I looked at Jenny being loaded into an ambulance.<\/p>\n
Vale in federal custody.<\/p>\n
Arthur in handcuffs.<\/p>\n
Eleanor bruised.<\/p>\n
Rebecca wounded.<\/p>\n
Marcus standing beneath a mountain with the proof his father had helped preserve.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
I watched dawn begin to lighten the tunnel entrance.<\/p>\n
"But I think we finally reached the part where people can't rewrite what happened."<\/p>\n
Clara exhaled.<\/p>\n
"Come home."<\/p>\n
This time I didn't say eventually.<\/p>\n
"I'm coming."<\/p>\n
Behind me, Vance called my name.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
He held one newly scanned page from the original register.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"You need to see this."<\/p>\n
The page contained beneficiary branches.<\/p>\n
Mercer-Sterling.<\/p>\n
Cross.<\/p>\n
Lee administrative interests.<\/p>\n
Others.<\/p>\n
Then a handwritten amendment dated eighteen years earlier.<\/p>\n
Three days before my grandfather died.<\/p>\n
Arthur Sebastian Mercer-Sterling hereby directs that any personal restitution attributable to his branch shall not pass automatically to descendants.<\/p>\n
I read the next line.<\/p>\n
Instead, his branch's restitution was assigned to a charitable foundation.<\/p>\n
My chest loosened.<\/p>\n
Grandfather had made the decision himself.<\/p>\n
No inheritance.<\/p>\n
No accidental fortune.<\/p>\n
Then I read the foundation name.<\/p>\n
THE SEBASTIAN MILLER TRUST FOR PUBLIC RESCUE.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"That didn't exist."<\/p>\n
Vance pointed to the date.<\/p>\n
"Apparently it did."<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
Purpose:<\/p>\n
Emergency medical access, roadside rescue, search-and-rescue support, and assistance to families harmed while rendering aid.<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
Grandfather had created it before I was old enough to understand what any of those words meant.<\/p>\n
Before I volunteered for search-and-rescue.<\/p>\n
Before Route 6.<\/p>\n
Before I stopped for Eleanor.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was one handwritten sentence.<\/p>\n
A life is measured less by what reaches your hands than by what you refuse to drive past.<\/p>\n
I stood in the cold tunnel unable to speak.<\/p>\n
All day, people had tried to explain why I stopped.<\/p>\n
Profile.<\/p>\n
Bloodline.<\/p>\n
Test.<\/p>\n
Inheritance.<\/p>\n
Character assessment.<\/p>\n
Grandfather had never needed any of those.<\/p>\n
He had simply known the kind of choice he hoped our family would keep making.<\/p>\n
Vance folded the copy.<\/p>\n
"There's something else."<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
"The foundation was never funded."<\/p>\n
"Then it doesn't matter."<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
He pointed toward another notation.<\/p>\n
"Your grandfather designated one person with authority to activate it if the correction register was ever filed."<\/p>\n
"Who?"<\/p>\n
Vance looked toward the tunnel entrance.<\/p>\n
Eleanor was standing there.<\/p>\n
She had heard.<\/p>\n
Her face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
I understood before she spoke.<\/p>\n
"Me."<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale stared at Marcus's phone. "No." The word came out softly. Marcus read the message again. "That's what it says." Vale stood so quickly the agent beside him reached … <\/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-7389","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\/7389","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=7389"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7389\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7409,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7389\/revisions\/7409"}],"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=7389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}