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They left under cover of a cloud-choked night, three vessels slicing through blackened waters. Celene stood beside Isla on the deck of the lead skimmer, her hair tangled in the wind, her eyes never leaving the horizon.
"She's moved the core facility," Celene explained. "Not into the Ridge like most thought, but beneath it. Old tech. Forgotten tunn
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