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The letters on it

Tom’s eyes widened as he read the letters on the red scrap. “TNT,” he said, his voice heavy with disgust. “This was no accident—it was an explosion.” Charles’s face darkened. “They’re using dynamite to dig under my land? These MLB people need to be stopped.” Tom nodded grimly. “They’ve likely been carving tunnels for a long time. Who knows how much land they’ve already damaged—or stolen.” Charles clenched his fists. “We need to act—now.”
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