A smokey scene
Charles clenched his fists, eyes locked on the smoky field. “The nerve of some people,” he growled. “This isn’t just illegal—it’s dangerous. They could’ve killed someone.” As the dust swirled in the air, Tom spotted something fluttering down—a red scrap of paper-like material. “Hold on,” he said, reaching out to grab it. He held it up to the light, eyes narrowing as he examined the letters printed across its surface.
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