Their half-hidden goal
After about an hour, the group finally emerged from the thick foliage into a small, overgrown clearing. There, half-hidden behind creeping ivy and tall grass stood a tiny, dilapidated cabin. The windows were grimy, and the wooden walls were weathered and warped. The place looked abandoned, yet something about it made Jeff’s stomach churn with unease. The officers silently motioned for everyone to stay alert.
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