Chapter 161 The Open-Source Blockade

They came at low tide.

Evelyn felt them before she saw them. The wind off the silver coast turned wrong, metallic, cold, like a fridge left open too long.

On the horizon, the Global Liquidators' vanguard broke through the mist. Three dreadnoughts. Not ships. Tombs. Black glass hulls that drank lig...

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