Mara first found a trail in the lower loops near the abandoned M-line. There, beneath layers of grime and soot, she noticed a pattern in the wall tiles—some marked cleanly with black soot, others not. It wasn’t random. She waited, watching how shadows fell, which paths drew noise, which stayed silent. Eventually, she saw it: a series of hash marks that pointed toward a collapsed service tunnel.
She crawled through that tunnel on hands and knees, her knuckles torn raw, her breath shallow in the dust. On the other side, she found a metal panel pried open and tucked behind it, barely legible: "SEED #4 - 9D".
A resistance cache?
She found it two levels below. A waterproof satchel hidden in an old pump housing. Inside: a flare, a bandage roll, and a hand-drawn map of tunnels with several red Xs—one of them labeled: SOLACE.
She stared at that name for hours, almost afraid it wasn’t real.
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