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Chapter 79: Doctor Vale's Message

Aвтор: Comet
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 08:50:26

The chamber was not a room.

It was a wound.

That was the first thought that forced its way through Kiera’s mind as they stepped across the threshold. The air changed instantly—cooler, heavier, threaded with a faint chemical tang that scraped across old memories she had buried under years of forest and silence.

The tunnel opened into a vast circular space carved directly into the island’s bedrock. Unlike the clinical white corridor

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