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A Faint Footprint

Near the entrance, something made Jack stop—a footprint, half-buried in sand. Not a boot print, like theirs. Smaller. Lighter. Emma noticed it too. “That’s not from the same person who drove here,” she murmured. Ravi swallowed. “So… two people? One by car, one on foot?” Jack exhaled. “Maybe. Let’s find out.”
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