The Ending Is My Forgotten Name

Yerin was already on her knees, scraping dried gate residue off cracked stone, when the first clue slipped out of a broken wall panel. She split her days between cleanup jobs and the clan archive, where she filed old records no one else wanted to touch. That habit made her careful, stubborn, and impossible to fool for long. It also led her to three wrong entries in thirty years of history, and each one pointed back to a name someone had erased on purpose. When the tower appeared and started demanding one floor at a time, Yerin climbed with a private reason she could not explain to anyone. Her tablet stayed on her hip, her signed badge stayed locked in her drawer, and her borrowed laptop held...