Diving suits
He waited a moment before diving lower, letting the water settle. The space beneath the hatch was compact, more like a storage chamber than a room it seemed at first. Matt’s light swept across the walls, then landed on a row of suits—diving gear, intact and organized. Four of them stood upright against the wall. Each one had a stitched name tag. Finally, some names to hold onto.
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