“Who’s there?”
“Who’s there?” she shouted into the night, her voice clear and commanding. The echoes of her question hung in the air, unanswered. Then she saw it, a slight movement in the corner of her eye. Four figures emerged from the shadows, hands in the air. They were young men, their faces pale in the moonlight. One by one, they climbed out of the pit.
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