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The storm was rolling in.
Lightning forked across the sky as Isla stitched Eden's side by the dim light of a survival lamp. Calix lay nearby, still unconscious but stable. They had both been drugged heavily, likely monitored. There was no way to know if Thorne had left tracking in their bloodstreams.
But one thing was clear now: this wasn't a res
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