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It began with a sound—not the creak of rotting wood or the groan of phantom chains, but something sharper. A digital pulse. A low-frequency hum that vibrated through the water and up through the hulls of the fishing boats. Then the lights appeared: not the sickly green of corpse candles, but cold, blue-white LEDs, flickering in patterns that resembled Morse code no one could read.

"Day One. The ocean remembers everything. And now, so do I." barco fantasma 2

Now it was back.