The sleeping quarters
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Kevin moved carefully through the debris, every step deliberate. His gaze fixed on the bedding in the far corner, collapsed and stained from years of use.
But beside it stood something stranger—a rusted locker, paint peeling, its door scarred with deep scratches. The metal loomed like a relic from another time, silently guarding secrets long hidden in this underground place.
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