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A hideout
They spread out slightly, scanning the overgrowth. A few more makeshift huts appeared, along with a tarp stretched between trees and strung-up fishing nets. This wasn’t a tourist stop—this was a hideout. “There’s more,” one of the brothers called out. The group followed him until the trees opened onto another hidden beach on the far side of the island. And there it was.
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