Chapter 118: shadow

They had a chance thanks to Sarah's audacious effort and the mountain village's resolute backing. The optimism that had been reignited in this isolated hamlet was now burning brightly than ever, serving as a beacon of resistance against the Project Mimic's deceit's creeping gloom. Nobody could have predicted how damaging the drone footage Sarah had taken would be. It was a visual exposé of Project Mimic's complex deceit, not simply a blurry sight of smokestacks spewing forth toxic fumes. Disguised as research centers, abandoned industries released contaminants into the pure air. A thin layer of lush vegetation covered mountains of poisonous trash. In the town meeting hall, John and Amelia crowded around a laptop screen, a grim pleasure engraved on their faces in addition to contempt. The proof was tangible and indisputable. Amelia said, "This is gold," her voice taut with barely contained rage. "This is exactly what we need to blow the lid off Project Mimic's operation." John gave