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Lin wiped the mud off the CE0700’s rubberized back. She turned it over. There was a new crack, a new scar. But as she plugged it in, the OUKITEL logo flickered to life. But his hand was still wrapped around the
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The last ping from the came from a depth of 340 meters inside the Karst sinkhole. No GPS. No satellite. Just a single, desperate Bluetooth handshake with a drone two klicks above. Lin wiped the mud off the CE0700’s rubberized back
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