The Confession
The entries were shaky but clear. They spoke of workers, a dumping project, and barrels sealed beneath the ice decades ago. Thomas’s pulse quickened as he read words like toxic, leakage, and cover-up. He looked up, eyes wide. The man nodded, his face grim. “They buried poison here,” he said flatly. “And now the ice is melting. If it breaks apart, it will spill into your ocean.”
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