Covered in sweat
Sweat soaked through Luke’s shirt, dripping down his spine. Still, he didn’t stop. The ground was stubborn, soil layered thick over years of roots.
Keller grunted, wiping his brow. “He buried this deep,” he muttered. They kept digging anyway. The pile of earth beside them grew taller, a silent marker of their progress, each shovelful pulling them closer to revelation.
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