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Chapter 46: The Blind Abyss
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2026-09-15 06:00:00The absolute darkness of the subterranean trench was a physical weight, thick with the sharp stench of fried electrical components, scorched skin, and pungent ozone. The deafening, metallic slam of the multi-ton iron floodgate dropping onto the concrete foundations still vibrated violently through the floorboards, matching the chaotic, high-velocity rushing of the canal water locked outside the iron barrier. The echoes bounced off the narrow concrete walls, filling the pitch-black void with a
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