Legally they were free.
In reality, they could not leave.
Rachel sat quietly in the dim archive room.
A theory was forming in her mind.
What if the Millers had not simply preserved an old symbol?
What if they had still been using it?
What if, long after the Underground Railroad officially ended, someone had continued helping people escape a new kind of bondage?
Rachel looked again at the photograph.
At the open door.
At the symbol carved into the wood.
And suddenly the image no longer looked like a simple wedding portrait.
It looked like a message.
Hidden in plain sight.
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