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Chapter 27: The Ghost in the Machine

作者: Sally Blue
last update 公開日: 2026-02-14 19:15:52

The transition from the abyssal darkness of the sea to the artificial hum of the submarine’s docking bay was jarring. As the vessel groaned against the magnetic rollers, the vibrations traveled through the soles of my feet, reminding me that we were no longer drifting. We were anchored.

​Malakai moved with a cold, renewed purpose. The intimacy of the previous hour had been folded away, replaced by the rigid posture of a commander. He didn't look at me as he checked the surveillance monitors, h
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