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It started with a simple click. Late at
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night in a dimly lit bedroom, Jake
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Bennett leaned closer to his computer
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screen. His eyes narrowed, trying to
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make sense of what he was seeing. On the
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screen was a strange image, a black mass
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in the middle of the blue Pacific Ocean.
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"What the hell?" he whispered to
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himself. He had stumbled upon a Reddit
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thread titled Strange Google Maps
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discoveries. Jake had always been
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fascinated by unexplained mysteries, but
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this one grabbed his attention
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immediately. The caption beneath the
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image read, "What the f K? This looks
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nothing like an island." Jake agreed. It
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didn't look natural. It didn't look
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right. It looked censored, like someone
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had deliberately blacked out the island
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to hide something. He scrolled down,
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reading the comments. Some joked about
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it, calling it God's guitar pick or a
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hole in a leather seat. But others were
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serious, speculating about secret
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military bases or hidden government
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facilities. Jake felt a chill run down
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his spine. Could it really be something
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secret? Or was it just his imagination
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running wild? He checked the name again,
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Vastto Island. But before we start,
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smash the like button and make sure to
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subscribe if you haven't and hit that
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notification bell so that you won't miss
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any new stories. He typed the name into
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a search engine, his heart beating
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faster. The results were sparse, just a
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few mentions of coral reefs, marine
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life, and remote location. Nothing
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suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary,
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but Jake couldn't shake the feeling that
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something was off. He glanced at the
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a.m. He should have been asleep hours
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ago, but sleep was impossible now. His
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curiosity had taken hold, gripping him
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tightly. He leaned back in his chair,
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staring at the ceiling. What if there
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really was something hidden there? What
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if the island was censored on purpose?
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He knew he wouldn't rest until he found
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out. The next day at work, Jake couldn't
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focus. He worked as an IT specialist for
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a small tech company in San Diego. But
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today, his mind was elsewhere. He kept
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thinking about Vastto Island, about that
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strange black shape. During lunch break,
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he showed the image to his friend and
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coworker Mike. "What do you think?" Jake
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asked, watching Mike's reaction closely.
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Mike squinted at the screen, chewing his
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sandwich thoughtfully. "Looks weird,
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man. Like someone took a Sharpie and
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blacked it out." "Exactly," Jake said,
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relieved someone else saw it, too. "But
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why?" Mike shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe
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it's a glitch. Or maybe they're hiding
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something." Jake felt excitement surge
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inside him. "That's what I'm thinking."
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"But how can we find out?" Mike laughed.
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"We you're serious about this?" Jake
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nodded, his expression determined. I
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need to know. Mike shook his head,
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All right, Sherlock. Let's dig deeper.
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Over the next few days, Jake spent every
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spare moment researching Vastto Island.
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He scoured forums, blogs, and obscure
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websites. He learned it was part of
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Kiraabati, a remote Pacific nation. The
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island was uninhabited, isolated, and
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rarely visited. But nothing explained
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the strange black mass on Google Maps.
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Then late one night, Jake stumbled upon
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a post from a diver named Enrich Salah.
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Salah described diving near Vostto
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Island, marveling at the pristine coral
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reefs, sharks, and massive schools of
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fish. He called it one of the most
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incredible dives of his life. Jake
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frowned, confused. If the island was
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open to divers, why did the satellite
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image look censored? He decided to
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contact Enrich Salah directly. He found
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his email and sent a carefully worded
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message explaining his curiosity and
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asking about the unusual black mass.
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Days went by without a response. Jake
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grew restless, checking his inbox
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obsessively. Just when he was about to
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give up hope, a reply appeared. Jake,
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thanks for reaching out. I've seen the
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image you're talking about. It is
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strange, isn't it? When I was there, the
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island was dense with dark green psonia
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trees. From above, they look almost
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black, but I admit the satellite image
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does seem odd. Maybe just a glitch. Best
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Enrich. Jake read the email several
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times, feeling both relieved and
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disappointed. Maybe it really was just
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trees. Maybe he'd let his imagination
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run wild, but something still nagged at
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him. He couldn't let it go. Two weeks
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later, Jake did something impulsive. He
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booked a flight to Kiraabati. He needed
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to see Vast Island for himself. The
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journey was long and exhausting. He flew
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to Fiji, then boarded a small plane to
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Kiraabati. From there, he chartered a
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boat, convincing a reluctant captain
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named Tamasi to take him to the remote
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island. Tamasi eyed Jake suspiciously.
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Why, Vastto? Nobody goes there. I just
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need to see it, Jake said firmly. Tamasi
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shrugged, shaking his head. Your money.
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The boat ride took hours, the ocean vast
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and endless. Jake stood at the bow,
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scanning the horizon anxiously. Finally,
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a small shape appeared in the distance.
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Vosto Island. As they drew closer,
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Jake's heart pounded. The island was
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small, surrounded by a ring of white
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sand, but at its center was dense, dark
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vegetation, exactly as Enrik Salah
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described. Tamasi anchored the boat
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offshore. "I'll wait here. You have 1
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hour." Jake nodded, climbing into a
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small inflatable raft. He paddled
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ashore, stepping onto the deserted
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beach. The sand was warm beneath his
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feet, the silence eerie. He moved
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cautiously inland, the dense trees
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looming ahead. Up close, they were
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indeed dark green, almost black, but
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something still felt off. He pushed
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deeper, branches scratching at his arms.
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Suddenly, he froze. Ahead, partially
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hidden by vegetation, stood a rusted
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metal fence topped with barbed wire.
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Jake's heartbeat quickened. Why was
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there a fence on an uninhabited island?
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He followed the fence line, discovering
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a gate marked with faded warning signs.
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Restricted area no entry. His breath
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caught in his throat. This was no
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ordinary island. He hesitated, then
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squeezed through a gap in the gate.
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Inside, the trees thinned, revealing a
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clearing. At its center stood a concrete
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building, weathered and abandoned.
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Satellite dishes and antennas protruded
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from its roof, rusted and broken. Jake
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approached cautiously, his pulse racing.
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The door hung open, creaking gently in
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the breeze. He stepped inside, the
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interior dim and musty. Empty desks
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lined the walls covered in dust. Papers
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littered the floor, yellowed and
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brittle. Jake picked one up, squinting
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to read faded text. Project Vasta
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classified authorized personnel only.
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His hands trembled. He had been right.
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This was no ordinary island. Suddenly, a
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noise outside made him freezy distant
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engine. He ran to the door, peering out.
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Offshore, a sleek gray boat approached
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rapidly. Men in dark uniforms aboard.
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Panic surged through Jake. He had to get
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out now. He sprinted back through the
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trees, branches whipping his face. He
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reached the beach, heart pounding.
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Tamasi waved frantically from the boat.
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Hurry, they're coming. Jake paddled
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desperately, reaching the boat just as
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the gray vessel neared shore. Tamasi
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gunned the engine, speeding away. Jake
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glanced back, breathing heavily. The men
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stood on the beach, watching silently.
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"What did you find?" Tamasi asked, eyes
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wide. "Something secret?" Jake said
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quietly. "Something they don't want us
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to know." Back home, Jake debated what
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to do. "Should he tell someone? Would
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anyone believe him?" Finally, he posted
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anonymously online sharing his
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discovery. He included photos he'd taken
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of the fence, the building, the faded
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documents. The post exploded. People
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debated fiercely, some skeptical, others
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convinced. Jake watched silently,
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satisfied he'd uncovered the truth.
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Weeks later, he checked Google Maps
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again. Vastto Island was no longer
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blacked out. It appeared normal,
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harmless. Jake smiled grimly. Someone
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knew he'd been there. Someone knew he'd
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exposed their secret. He leaned back,
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closing his laptop. He had answers now.
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The island had been censored, not by
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glitch or coincidence, but deliberately,
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and he'd been brave enough to find out
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why. Jake Bennett slept soundly that
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night, satisfied he'd solved the mystery
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of Vastto Island, knowing he glimpsed
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something hidden from the world. He knew
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he'd never return, but he'd never
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forget. It had started with a simple
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click and ended with a truth he could