Chapter 19
Author: ROONIE
last update2025-11-13 22:42:07
Landon sat at his desk, his hands on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the network.

The shelter seemed smaller that night. Shadows stretched across the walls, long and dark, as if the corners were holding their breath. The rain returned, thumping against the windows with a dull, relentless rhythm.

Every light, every wave of data, pulsed like a warning signal directly into his chest. Claire stood behind him, arms crossed, watching him work.

Her face paled in the blue glare of the screens. “Somethin
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