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No time to think
Carl stared at the symbol on the dusty tool—he recognized it, but couldn’t quite place where from. Before he could say anything, that familiar sound echoed again—followed by something new: footsteps. The crew stiffened. It wasn’t just a sound anymore. Something—or someone—was coming. Carl spun around, signaling to his team. There was no time to think.
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