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A Purposeful Mechanism

Rodriguez crouched beside the bolts, running his fingers over them. They were tightened with precision as if designed to hold against any force the sea could muster. “This isn’t some abandoned ship drifting at sea,” he said. “This boat was sent here—on purpose.” Caldwell exhaled sharply, scanning the room. “But by who? And where are they now?”
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