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Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Six
Author: D. Storyteller
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The night was unnaturally still. The kind of silence that made even the smallest sound feel intrusive. Elias moved through the abandoned corridor with his flashlight cutting thin slices of light across the cracked walls. The air smelled of dust and rusted metal, and the faint drip of leaking water echoed somewhere deep within the building.

This place had once been part of the Nexus program — a hidden facility used by Mara’s network years ago. Now it was a ruin, forgotten by the world but not by those who had built it. Elias had come here chasing the coordinates decrypted from the drive. He didn’t know what he would find, only that whatever was left here was never meant to be found again.

He adjusted his earpiece. “Lana, do you copy?”

Static answered first, then her voice came through, thin and crackling. “Barely. You’re too deep underground. Try not to lose signal.”

Elias smirked faintly. “I’ll do my best.”

“Be careful,” she added. “You don’t know what’s waiting down there.”

He didn’t
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