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"Nine minutes on the mark."

Then he saw it: a single crystal, no larger than his thumb, floating in the exact center of the space. It was transparent, almost invisible, but it hummed at a pitch that made his joints ache. ten789

Ten. Seven. Nine. The numbers had become his mantra, his heartbeat, his religion. "Nine minutes on the mark

Leo tore his gaze away. Nine minutes. He swept his helmet lamp across the chamber. No glowing glass. No fragments. Just the black, silent shards embedded in the walls like broken teeth. no larger than his thumb