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... > Jinx, ever the pragmatist, had investigated with a heavy-duty flashlight and a healthy dose of suspicion.
Behind a pile of rusted, forgotten machinery, she found it.
A faint, shimmering distortion in the air. A scar left behind by a Gate that had closed decades ago.
"It’s dead," she had announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "Just a residual energy signature. Like a ghost’s fart."
The tension broke.
Jax had immediately declared it their new ...
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