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Quickened steps

The deeper Ben ventured, the faster his steps became, spurred by both fear and curiosity. The tunnel’s oppressive silence amplified the sound of his own breathing and the occasional crackle of Cody’s voice through the Walkie-Talkie. “I’m moving faster now,” Ben muttered, more to himself than to Cody. Above ground, Cody tried to match his dad’s pace, his small legs carrying him from one point to the next as he kept track of the journey.
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