CHAPTER 663
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2026-02-10 05:03:59

The dates in the logbook didn’t merely align with history; they defied it.

Tedmond’s thumb traced the ink on the most recent page.

His breath hitched, the cold air of the cockpit suddenly feeling thin.

The names scrawled in the Authorized Visitor column weren’t Syndicate officials. They weren’t names he recognized from the Board.

The entries were coded, but the handwriting in the margin made his blood run cold.

It was the elegant, sharp script of the woman who had taught him how to hold a pe
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