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Final chapter
The journal’s final entry chilled them: “Quake imminent. Facility compromised. Attempting evacuation. No response from surface contact.” The hurried scrawl spoke volumes. Andrew’s unease deepened. “They knew something was coming,” he whispered. Bob closed the journal carefully. “And they couldn’t escape,” he added solemnly, the weight of the words hanging in the air.
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