Signs of Life
Amid the ruin, Abby noticed things that didn’t belong. Crumpled food wrappers, empty cans, and a folded blanket neatly placed in a corner.
These weren’t relics of long abandonment—they were recent, lived-in. Her pulse quickened. Someone had been here, maybe still was. The realization sank deep: this place wasn’t just forgotten. It was inhabited.
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