The CEO’s Regret: My Ex-Wife is the Hidden Tycoon
The blue ship didn't fall; it remained suspended, its cedar hull resting on a sea of pure, unwritten text that stretched out into a third horizon where the light wasn't amber or violet, but the brilliant, blinding gold of an early morning sun.
Standing on the white horizon directly ahead of our bow, waiting for us at the very top of the new page, was a single, massive iron milestone.
And carved into the metal, in a raw, un-optimized hand that had been written with a simple piece of charcoal, was the first line of our new destination:
"VOLUME 10, PAGE 1: THE REGISTRATION OF THE REMAINING CORES."
From the deck of the blue ship, Mia looked up at the new sky, her small hand reaching out to catch
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