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SHADOWS ON THE REEF

last update publish date: 2026-03-24 17:45:03

Amara’s POV

The trawler’s deck was slick with salt spray and tension. I stood at the bow, the lead-lined pouch heavy against my chest like a second, colder heart. Two miles out, the atoll was a dark silhouette against the night—our home, our sanctuary, now deliberately bait. The vial pulsed faintly beneath my shirt, its blue glow muted but insistent, a constant reminder of what we were risking.

Behind me, the team moved with quiet efficiency. Leo checked the charges on the hidden reef markers—s
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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   THE FOREVER TIDE

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  • UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION   THE ENDLESS SHORE

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