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That night, a second hatch was found. Smaller, at the rear. When opened, it revealed a metal passage no wider than a vent. No seats, no equipment, no tech panels. Just smooth metal and a faint chemical odor. A guard was overheard saying, “If it’s unmanned, where’s the transmitter?” No one answered. Julia returned to the beach early the next morning. But something had changed.
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