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Seeing him
The silhouette emerged into view, illuminated by the soft glow of an oil lantern. An old man, wearing a worn jacket and boots caked in mud, shuffled toward the tools. He didn’t see the hikers. Brody and Mike didn’t move an inch. The man knelt, picked up the same shovel Brody had held, and turned back into the darkness. Their eyes followed the shrinking glow of his lantern.
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