Glancing Around
Rick glanced around the cabin, his flashlight catching faint scratches on the walls. “Look at this,” he said, pointing to what appeared to be marks made by human hands. The lines were faint but deliberate, as though someone had tried to leave a message. “We need to document this,” Marc said, snapping a photo. The atmosphere grew heavier as they realized the plane held more than just objects.
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