The engines hissed. Steam curled through the grated floors. As Sabine reconnected the central coil, a voice drifted from behind her—soft, feminine, and far too calm for someone uninvited. "You’ve gotten sloppy, Sabine. I remember when you used to trap your vents... They say you're harboring the girl,” Stepping lightly over a pipe. “The reporter. The one E wants silenced.”
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