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A tiny indentation on the bottom ray of the sun.
Almost invisible.
Not a keyhole.
A pressure plate.
She pressed her thumb hard against it, gripped the outer edges of the sunburst, and rotated it exactly one quarter turn counterclockwise.
Clack.
Whirr.
The sound of massive steel locking bolts retracting thundered through the bunker.
The impenetrable door of continue reading …
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