Thinking about Dad
Sarah clenched her fists, her breath shallow as water enveloped them. She counted backward in her head, a trick to stay centered from her academy days. Her father’s advice echoed: A good leader holds the line, even when terrified. She whispered it like a mantra, steadying herself. The team’s fear was palpable, but she focused inward, determined to lead them through the unknown depths they were now trapped in.
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