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A Flash of Motion
They were halfway through when Lewis froze. “Movement,” he whispered. All three marines halted. Something had just passed the edge of the flashlight’s beam—fast and low. Morgan held up a fist, signaling stillness. The silence returned, thick and tense. Then came a sound—a footstep, definite and slow, just beyond the next corner. Morgan raised his weapon. “Show yourself!” he barked.
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