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Stacked boxes
Around the next bend, the tunnel opened up slightly. There was a narrow service ledge along one side, raised just above the tracks. Abby climbed onto it for a better view. “Hold up,” Daniel said, pointing at the ground. A series of metal crates were stacked along the wall—unlabeled, rusted, and sealed. One had been pried open. Inside they found dusty white suits.
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