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Change in atmosphere
Inside, a heavy silence wrapped around them like a wet blanket. The tunnel was long, carved with eerie precision, and pitch black beyond their flashlight beams. The air felt damp and clung to their skin. Brody brushed his hand along the tunnel wall and recoiled—it was slick, cold, and soaked in condensation. Every step deeper felt like a step away from reality, like entering a different world altogether.
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