Signs of life

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Jason’s beam caught scratched writing etched into the metal. Unreadable, desperate messages from people long gone. He froze, uneasy. “Someone lived here,” he murmured.
Ben crouched beside a cracked pair of glasses, fingertips brushing dust. The silence around them grew heavier, every creak magnified until their breaths sounded too loud.
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