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The farm is dark.

Too dark.

No lights.

No movement.

No sound.

But that doesn’t mean it’s empty.

I kill the engine.

The vehicle behind us follows.

Silence drops fast.

Heavy.

Controlled.

“Hold,” I say.

No one moves.

Not yet.

Because this?

This is where people get sloppy.

This is where people die.

I step out first.

Scan.

Tree line.

Fence.

Barn.

There.

My focus locks onto it immediately.

The barn.

Old.

Weathered.

Shadowed.