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Something Left Behind
On a fold-up plastic table at the far end of the tent sat scattered research tools—scalpels, gloves, some strange scanning device—and one item that caught his attention instantly: a large beige dossier, its corners slightly curled from humidity. It looked out of place among the gear. Clean. Intentional. Important. Liam reached for it slowly, hands trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
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