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How to stay hidden
They crept forward, hearts pounding, the only guide being the dim flicker of the old man’s lantern ahead. Flashlights were out of the question—it would give them away instantly. Brody ran one hand along the tunnel wall, using it to feel his way. Mike followed closely. The darkness was thick, nearly disorienting, but the lantern light in the distance kept them focused. Step by step, they pressed on.
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