Mind racing
Thoughts collided in Izzy’s mind, none of them making sense. Her pulse hammered, breath shallow. “I… I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
This wasn’t cargo. It wasn’t machinery or treasure. It was something deeply unnatural. Something no one had prepared for. And the most unsettling part? Whatever was inside seemed almost aware—like it was staring right back.
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