The Air Grows Heavy
Descending into the submarine, Brendan immediately noticed the air felt different—thicker, almost metallic. “Smells like rust and fuel,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Each step creaked under his weight, echoing in the confined space. The silence felt oppressive, amplifying every breath and movement. “Stay close,” he told John, masking his growing unease.
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