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Chapter 26

作者: Eric Parsley
last update 公開日: 2026-04-14 18:59:11

The tropical paradise felt like a lie. The sun was too bright, the water too blue, and the silence of the beach was a thin veil over the gears of a global machine that refused to stop turning.

I stood in the surf, the salt water stinging the fresh scars on my wrists, staring at my mother. Eleanor Vance stood on the rusted deck of our beached submarine like a captain who had just discovered a new world to conquer. The satellite phone in her hand pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light—the same hue
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