The Clearing
The path opened into a clearing surrounded by towering palms. In its center stood remnants of an old shelter, its wooden frame sagging under the weight of creeping vines. Broken pottery shards were scattered near a fire pit, blackened from countless meals prepared long ago. “This must have been their starting point,” Marc guessed. The signs of life were undeniable now, and the crew’s determination grew stronger.
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