Though the chambers were empty now, the silent spaces felt haunted, whispering of frantic, high-stakes clandestine operations from a forgotten era. Ethan realized he wasn’t looking at a junkyard. He was looking at a set of empty guardians.
Whatever had been stored here was either immensely valuable or incredibly hazardous—a cargo meant for deep, permanent secrecy. The trucks clung fiercely to their history, but Ethan was now neck-deep in a mystery he couldn’t abandon.
