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Chapter 8 – Into the Flooded Veins
Author: Sami Yang
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Rain had turned the city into a glistening ruin. The gutters were swollen with black water, neon reflections bleeding into puddles, and the air reeked of ozone and burnt wiring. Damian Vey moved through the soaked alleyways like a shadow refusing to be washed away, his hood pulled low against the storm.

The map he had stolen from Novatek’s servers was etched into his mind now—an underground labyrinth of tunnels and decommissioned subway lines that threaded beneath the financial district. Locals called it the Flooded Veins. According to the blueprints, one of the Consortium’s most secure data vaults was buried beneath this drowned catacomb. And according to the dead journalist’s encrypted notes he’d decrypted earlier, that vault didn’t just contain digital assets—it contained evidence. Names. Accounts. A trail that could burn half the city’s elites to ash.

But first, Damian had to get there alive.

The storm wasn’t helping. Every step down the crumbling stairwell leading to the tunnels
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