Burning Questions
Sarah leaned in, refusing to waste time. “What about those yellow balls?” she demanded. “They washed ashore by the thousands, leading us here. And the logbook—‘barrels deployed, disposal mandatory’—what does that mean?”
Her tone left no room for escape. Marcus’s crew exchanged wary glances. Sarah’s questions weren’t curiosities anymore—they were accusations demanding the truth.
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