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Pitch Black
The ship around him was now pitch black, the absence of light making it impossible for Carl to orient himself. He reached into his backpack, fumbling for his flashlight. The seconds felt like an eternity as his fingers brushed over items he couldn’t see, his urgency mounting with each passing moment. When he finally located the flashlight, its warm beam pierced the oppressive darkness, illuminating the cold, unwelcoming metal walls around him.
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