Fourteen days, twenty-three hours, and seven seconds.

He slotted the Garmin into the groove. The screen flickered. The timer hit zero.

Elias looked at the Garmin’s screen one last time. The map had redrawn itself. The entire Oregon coast was wrong—shifted east by 300 miles. The tunnel, according to the device, led to a place labeled only: Refuge - 0.4 km . The battery read 97% capacity.

At the exact coordinate, there was nothing. Just sand, wind-bent shore pines, and a single basalt boulder split down the middle. Elias circled it twice. Then he noticed the notch in the rock—a shallow, human-made groove shaped like a GPS unit.