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No signs
There were no signs of anything unnatural. He squatted down, running his fingers through the undergrowth, looking for any evidence of someone – or something – having been there. But there was nothing – just the smell of earth, the texture of moss, and the occasional insect scurrying away. James stood up, his mind racing with questions. Was it a trick of light? A camera malfunction?
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