POV: JarrahThe blinding glare of early morning sun hit my eyes like a physical blow.The emergency inflatable craft shot out from the cavern mouth under the towering sandstone cliffs, airborne for one heart-stopping second, before slamming down hard onto the rolling gray waters of Port Phillip Bay.Salty sea spray erupted over the bow, washing away the bitter taste of cave dust and gunpowder that had filled my mouth for hours.The boat settled into the ocean swells, bobbing rhythmically on the wide, open water. Behind us, high up on the coastal bluff, a massive column of thick black smoke was rising into the pale blue sky. Kilsyth Manor was gone, its historic stone walls caved in on themselves, buried in a massive sinkhole of its own destruction.I didn't care about the manor. I didn't care about the smoke.I dropped the outboard tiller, turning immediately to the floor of the boat.Malia was lying on her side against the rubber pontoon, trembling violently. The freezing temp
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