Author's Notice: This chapter is a draft chapter and not the real chapter... I'll edit as soon as possible after I recover from my illness.
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The light in the warehouse window kept flashing.
Once. Pause. Twice. Pause. Once again.
The rhythm quickened.
James watched it without speaking. The cold wind moved the loose ends of his shirt, carrying the smell of oil and metal from the tracks.
Elias rubbed his arms. "It's getting faster."
Daniel counted under his breath. The gap between pulses shortened with each sequence. The sound of distant machinery rose under the ground, a low hum that made the rails tremble.
"It's not a signal," James said finally. "It's a trigger."
The last pulse came with a deep metallic click somewhere far across the yard. Then everything went still.
No wind. No hum.
Even the city lights in the distance looked dimmer.
Elias whispered, "What just—"
