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Chapter 111: Stone Harbor and the Shadows of the Past
Author: Easy Wang
last update2026-10-20 19:00:44

The underwater tunnel stretched long, dark, and bitterly cold. For three hours, the small wooden craft glided soundlessly over swift subterranean currents, guided by the stealth formation etched into its keel that hid their presence from every watchful eye. Lin Ye sat at the bow, eyes closed, still and steady as carved stone, while Ratna and Shen Kui kept watch amidships, alert to the faintest shift in shadow or sound. Goran, Krog, and Elara took the stern, ready to meet any threat that might

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