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Lord Carrick was describing in great detail how they would travel in the land of the Pharaohs, and Fallon felt a stab in her chest, realising Lord Carrick and his simpleton son, would be joining them on their adventure. “We will travel from Imbabah, by ferry,” Lord Carrick said in his gruff voice. “From there we will travel 20 kilometers southwest to Giza on the westbank of the Nile, to the spectacular monuments. It will be a treat for Fallon to see these heathen structures. She seems quite learned.” Fallon smiled as her parents did. Was that a compliment or a sarcastic remark? A scullery maid had more sense than his feebleminded son.

It was labeled in a child's messy handwriting: 1977 - For the Long Journey. Hope picked it up, her heart hammering. As she did, she looked toward the Shadow Peaks. The crystalline reflection was gone. The mountain was just rock again. But then, her terminal chirped. It wasn't a message from the Moon, or the Oort Cloud, or the Deep. It was a GPS Coordinate. The location was not on Earth. It wasn't even in this galaxy. The coordinates pointed to a void in space where nothing should exist. And beneath the coordinates, a single line of text appeared, typed in the cold, precise font of the Grand Auditor:

"That's fast." "That's patient. You've had weeks." His voice stayed even but I heard the edge underneath. "There's a location forty miles north of where you are. Old logging road, ends at a clearing. GPS coordinates are 47.2345, -121.8976. Be there Friday at noon." I didn't write it down. Didn't need to. The numbers burned into my memory whether I wanted them there or not. "Who's meeting me?" "Does it matter?"

Then, just when I thought I had it figured out, the final node then resolved to a set of coordinates, not an IP. And it read: 36.0421° N, 112.325°W. Depth: -410 meters. Los Angeles, Underground. I frowned at the final result. How on earth would something be 410 meters under LA except if it's bedrock a d subway tunnels that in real truth never got funded? I quickly pulled the fe that I got from Fort's study before the chaos. The system had requested for clearance, a d that was the easiest thing to do, because the information I needed were surprisingly on the file.

Oh yes, he would be quite the terrifying match for Persephone. “Just tell us how it works, smart guy.” Kurt sighed. “Well, on the small radar, you will only see anything within a hundred miles. But…” he spun to the wall of monitors. Setting the radar down, his fingers moving so fast they were a blur. Soon all the monitors flickered on, each showing a different section of a world map. “Whoa…” I gasped as I saw six flashing lights. Three were in North America, two very close together. The other three are a world away in Egypt.

"From around the time my parents died." I studied the letter more carefully. At the bottom, barely visible, was a series of numbers: 42.7589, -84.0377. "These look like coordinates," I said, pulling out my phone. A quick search revealed they pointed to a location just outside the city, an abandoned industrial complex. "We need to tell the police," Chris said. "No," Lyra said. "What if J is still alive? What if they're the one who's been helping us?"

The scars on Adrien’s back, the nightmares he never talked about they all whispered of things that never really ended, only paused. The computer beeped suddenly a single, sharp tone that cut through the silence. Adrien’s eyes snapped to the screen. Ryan stepped closer. “What is it?” “Signal ping.” Adrien typed faster. “But… it’s not from the docks.” Ryan frowned. “Then where? Adrien zoomed in on the coordinates. The map loaded, glitching slightly before settling on a red marker. Ryan leaned forward and saw the name appear on the map. North Industrial Grid – Substation 12.

Garrett asked. Bro, you said we should go destroy this machine right now or were you asking for permission? "Well, if I must say, it is clear that we have to find the place." Harold said. "Already did. It's in this paper. The coordinates were already interpreted but it would be a really long distance. It's past the outskirts and further deep." I said as I waved the piece of paperwork. "Then we have no time to lose. Let's go right now and destroy this place." Jacob responded.

A ghost on paper. My breath hitched. I clicked deeper. Property holdings. One single location. My pulse was roaring in my ears so loud I could barely think. Coordinates appeared on the screen, cold and precise. I stared at them until they blurred into gray smears. "No," I whispered, the word catching in my throat. My hands were shaking as I copied the numbers into a map. The system felt like it was moving in slow motion, the image loading inch by agonizing inch. When the map finally cleared, I felt like someone had punched the air right out of my lungs.

"You picked this place because it was on a ley line. You gave me the GPS coordinates." "I know the coordinates," Cale said quickly. "Latitude 42.3. Longitude 71.5." "Okay. Show me on a map where that is." "I..." Cale stared at his own hands. "I cannot visualize the grid." "The grid?" "The map. The world." Cale’s breathing hitched. "It’s gone. I can see the trees. I can see the grass. But I cannot place them in context. I don't know where North is."