The Logbook
Near a rust-stained desk wedged against the tilted wall, Alex spotted something unusual. A water-swollen leather logbook sat among debris.
Flipping it open, he read smudged ink entries aloud. Some words blurred, but others remained chillingly clear. The notes hinted at secret orders and strange cargo. Each line carried weight. Sarah’s eyes narrowed immediately.
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