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Scanning the main deck
They stood silently, observing the decay. The deck had holes, rusted beams, and a damp, musty atmosphere. No movement. No life. Only the distant murmur of the crowd. Harris raised his flashlight, its beam revealing shattered windows and tattered ropes. “Move in pairs,” he instructed. “Watch your step. Radio in anything suspicious.” The team nodded and advanced.
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