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Chapter 151 Grounded in the Flood
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2026-07-24 03:10:06The core shaft is already wet.
Water runs down the walls in black veins, hissing where it crosses broken conduit. The stair treads are metal. The rail is metal. The air tastes like a battery split open on the tongue. There are yellow caution strips on every third step, worn smooth by years of maintenance boots. Now they gleam under water, useless little warnings after the whole shaft has become the hazard.
Sarah’s warning comes too late.
“Don’t touch the
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