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Leap of Faith
They made their way to the elevator cautiously, each step echoing in the silent garage. The tension was palpable as they reached Level 3. In the corner of the floor stood a nondescript door, marked only with a faint chalk “X.” “This must be it,” Derek whispered, glancing over his shoulder. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open. Inside was a small room, dimly lit and sparsely furnished, with a computer terminal in the corner.
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