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Chapter 11: The Subterranean Hell

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 03:47:36

Finn’s POV

The basement of Hartley Global headquarters didn't just feel like a subterranean level; it felt like a subterranean hell.

Down here, fifty feet below the executive suite where I used to sip single-malt scotch, the air was thick with the scent of industrial machine grease, stale cardboard, and cheap vending-machine coffee.

Fluorescent light bulbs buzzed incessantly overhead, casting a sickly greenish tint over rows of metal shipping racks and outdated inventory terminals.

I stared d
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