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... f decay.
My fingers instinctively brushed the knife at my hip as I adjusted the strap of my backpack. Every step forward felt heavy with tension.
Marco walked beside me; his usual smirk faded as he quietly scanned our surroundings. On my other side, August exhaled sharply, kicking at a stray rock.
"We should find shelter soon," August muttered. "There’s a storm’s coming. They announced it on the radio last night."
I glanced up at the darkening sky. The clouds swir ...
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