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... led three hundred miles from the nearest city, buried in mountain terrain so hostile that satellites couldn’t find it and search parties couldn’t survive it, it existed in the spaces between maps—a black site that had swallowed secrets and soldiers alike without leaving so much as a whisper.
Twenty miles of unmarked wilderness surrounded it. No roads. No flight paths. No breadcrumbs for the curious to follow.
The only way in was through forests that had claimed more lives than an ...
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