Rising suspicions
Footprints crisscrossed the dirt beneath the tarps, fresh and unmistakable. A canteen sloshed with water when shaken, its weight grounding the team’s fears. Sarah crouched by the fire pit, her fingers brushing the warm stones. The recent activity was undeniable, stirring unease in her gut. Who had left these traces here for them to find, and why? The island’s quiet felt like a mask, hiding something—or someone—close by.
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