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Concealment Barrels

Rust-streaked metal drums stacked haphazardly in the medical centre's shadowed corridor, their dented lids warped out of alignment. Tegan and Turlough wedge themselves into the narrow gap between two barrels, their breath compounding the sharp scent of dried medicinals already clinging to the dented metal. The barrels groan as the door's hinges squeal, their hollow clinks masked by Brazen's boots approaching—their only chance to remain undetected in the colony’s militarized stronghold.
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