The Quiet Before
They pressed forward cautiously, the ship groaning softly overhead. Morgan halted at an intersection, flashlight cutting into two long corridors, each yawning dark. He weighed the options briefly. “We take the right,” he decided. His men adjusted gear and followed closely, boots crunching over broken crates and tangled cables scattered across the floor. The surface slanted downward slightly, enough to throw their balance. It felt as though the entire vessel leaned unnaturally toward something unseen.
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