A narrow path ahead
Ben crouched low as he stepped into the narrow tunnel, his flashlight illuminating the dirt walls reinforced with wooden beams. The passage seemed to stretch endlessly ahead, a quiet, eerie space that carried an unsettling sense of purpose. “It’s a tight fit, but I’m moving forward,” Ben spoke into the Walkie-Talkie, his voice steady. Above ground, Cody followed his father’s words carefully, matching each step in the yard to his dad’s underground journey.
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