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“You can’t just patch the inner core,” Sean argued. “It’s not a machine. It’s a natural—“ Trevor smiled faintly. “Now we keep a secret. And we wait. Because if the core is stable… then the Architects left something else down there. Something that made the core in the first place.” The new descent was not a fiery slide into a volcanic chimney. Thorne’s team used a thermodrill—a cylindrical titanium capsule, three hundred feet long, tipped with a plasma-tungsten bit that melted rock into a vitrified tube behind it. The crew of eight included two geologists, a medic, a pilot, and a taciturn explosives expert named Kael. “I know what will happen,” Thorne cut him off. He walked to a control panel—human-made, recently installed. “The consortium sent me to repair it. Using this.” The journey to the center of the Earth was over. But something else was coming. Hannah held his hand. Trevor stood by the window, looking at the horizon.
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