Grooves and scratches
They moved further inside, staying close together. Jason kept the flashlight trained ahead as the darkness deepened around them. The cave smelled earthy, like damp stone mixed with old leaves. The air was cold and still. The flashlight flickered for a moment, but Jason tapped it until the beam returned. Emily reached out, brushing the wall with her fingers. She felt grooves—scratches—etched into the stone. “Someone’s been through here before,” she whispered.
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