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... our skin itch because you know something is out there... waiting.
Trish and I move in sync, stepping over loose stones and dried blood patches as we creep toward the cave entrance. The others stay behind, shadows hunched in the low light, their silence just as heavy as the air.
I keep my knife raised and my grip tight enough that the leather-wrapped handle digs into my palm. Trish mirrors me, her blade shining faintly in the sliver of moonlight creeping through the cave mouth. ...
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