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Still down here

As they worked, Charles spotted faint lights flickering deeper in the tunnel. “Someone’s still down here,” he said. The two crept forward, hugging the tunnel wall. The light grew stronger until they saw it—a massive machine pumping oil into old pipes. Nearby, workers in blue jumpsuits moved between control panels. On their backs, the letters MLB were printed in bold white. “That’s them,” Tom whispered. “That’s the company. That’s our proof.”
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