Crossing the Line
They ducked behind a dune and crawled until the tape was behind them. Hearts racing, they paused, listening. The only sounds were the wind and the steady creak of the iceberg as it shifted offshore. Thomas exchanged a nod with Greg, and they continued on. Every step felt heavier, like the risk they were taking was pressing down on them. But there was no turning back now.
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