Quarry Is Being Reinstated After 25 Years, Then Crew Members Find This

My name is John

“We just want to talk,” the old man said. There was no malice in his voice, just a gentle invitation. Carl looked at his team, and together, they cautiously stepped into the light. The rest of the elderly men had retreated to their makeshift beds, resuming their quiet routine. The man with the lantern approached Carl, extending his hand in greeting. “My name is John,” he said.