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... ep, booming voice echoed through the vast open pit.
"I’m on my way! ...Let’s hope the damn thing holds until I get there—hah, not likely," Swann muttered, the second part more to himself than anyone else.
Just as he turned to walk toward the direction the voice came from, the old observation platform beside him—one that hadn’t moved in at least twenty years—suddenly lit up with a flickering red glow as if it had jolted awake.
Swann’s short but thickset frame lunged toward ...
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