Shadow In The Corner

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Finally, at 3:04 a.m. on one recording, movement flickered in a blind spot. Frank froze. A faint shadow darted across the southeast corner of the gym.
He slowed the playback, leaning closer. This was something the saboteur hadn’t planned for. That corner had only recently been covered. If they’d known, they never would’ve crossed it.
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