A Flash of Motion
They were halfway down the corridor when Lewis suddenly froze, raising his hand sharply. His voice dropped to a whisper, tight with urgency. “Movement.” The sound was enough to halt the group instantly, boots fixed firmly to the floor. The beam of the flashlight stretched forward, slicing through the darkened passage. Then it happened—something darted across the very edge of the light, fast and low, disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.
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