The tunnel stank of rust and rot. I kept my steps steady, flashlight low. No greetings. No apologies. Just business. You were there — crouched like old instinct never left him. I stopped a few feet short. "You look worse than I expected," I said flatly. "Still breathing, though. That’s something." I didn’t offer my hand. Just dropped the gear between us. "Let’s get this over with."
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