Grab a pencil

Keller pulled a pencil from his coat and scribbled across a napkin. His hand moved quickly, muttering calculations as he rearranged letters. Luke watched in silence, every nerve taut.
Bit by bit, the gibberish shifted into words. Finally, Keller leaned back, tapping the napkin. “It’s a location,” he said gravely. “And instructions. Listen carefully, because this changes everything.”
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