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Using their flashlights
The team moved cautiously, their flashlights scanning the ruined interior. Broken pipes hung from the ceiling, and rusted beams framed the narrow hallways. Dust swirled in the air, disturbed by their footsteps. Colin led the way, gripping his rifle tightly. Every now and then, he glanced back, making sure everyone was still with him.
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