Random Chapter...8
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The old mine encampment was an accident waiting to happen. Someone had taken what seemed minimal amounts of time to nail boards haphazardly over the entrance and crumbling shacks were scattered everywhere. Despite the smell of decay and dirt, Miranda could still smell Gunner’s unique scent and the remnants of the tuna fish sandwich he’d eaten for supper.
“He’s here,” Miranda said as she followed her nose to entrance of the mine.
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