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A dark weathered surface
The sound of the metal shovel hitting something solid echoed through the hole like a bell underwater. Cade froze, heart racing. He knelt down and brushed away the sand with his gloved hand, revealing a dark, weathered surface that definitely wasn’t rock. His fingers tapped gently against it. Hollow. Metallic. He exhaled slowly, the kind of breath you release when year gearing up for something important.
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