The next morning, as Dr. Sloane entered the room, the man’s eyes were wide open, and his gaze was fixed on her. Before she could speak, he grasped her wrist weakly. “Report…warning…dangerous…” he rasped, his eyes flickering with recognition. “Under… the cliff.” His brow furrowed with frustration as if the words were escaping him, fighting to get out.
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The pieces were coming together, but there was still so much left to understand. What had he seen in those seventeen years? What was the “danger” he was warning about? And why had the word “caldera” resurfaced again and again? Dr. Sloane felt as though she was on the edge of uncovering something much bigger than she could have ever imagined.
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