Moss-covered sign
The group continued following Max, who seemed more determined than ever. The terrain became rougher, with thick bushes and tangled vines that made navigating difficult. Max’s nose led them straight through, though. It wasn’t long before they came across a weathered, moss-covered signpost half-buried in the ground. Jeff squatted down to read the faint words: “Private Property. Keep Out.” A chill ran down his spine.
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