What warning?
“Warning?” Morgan pressed, his voice like a blade. He studied Andrew carefully, unwilling to take vague words at face value. “Warn us about what exactly?” His demand was sharp, unwavering, as if he could carve the truth from the survivor with sheer will. But Andrew hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously down the corridor. Whatever truth he carried, it weighed on him heavily. The pause itself became louder than words, pressing suspense even tighter.
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