Running down
The shouts grew louder, sharper, carried by the wind. “Leave it! Don’t touch that chain!” one man yelled, desperation roughening his voice.
Luke glanced back in surprise as the group charged down, boots and bare feet pounding against the sand in unison. His grip on the iron didn’t loosen. Confusion spread across his face, caught between instinctive defiance and their panicked warning.
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