Cracked Hull
Through the jagged cracks, the truth was visible. Nets dragged behind the company ships, scooping up yellow balls by the hundreds. Loudspeakers blared hollow reassurances, but Sarah knew better.
They weren’t saving—they were covering tracks. Every bright sphere they captured was another witness erased. But in their haste, the company overlooked one very important detail.
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