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A feeling of Claustrophobia
The oppressive silence, the cold air, and the ship’s unyielding walls all pressed in on Carl, making the space feel smaller with every breath. The metal groaned under the snow’s weight, amplifying his unease. His breath fogged in the flashlight’s beam. Claustrophobia clawed at his mind, but he forced himself to focus. He had to move.
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