Chapter 11 - Caught in the Dark
A sharp click echoed from the corridor behind them, followed by the heavy, deliberate tread of rubber-soled boots marching down the gravel path.
"Arthur, they found us," Clara whispered in a panic, grabbing the old man's coat sleeve as the beam of a powerful industrial flashlight swept across the stone walls toward their hiding spot.
"Stay behind me, Clara, do not make a sound," Arthur ordered sternly, reaching into his coat and pulling out a heavy iron wrench.
A tall figure stepped out of the darkness, the light reflecting off the dark suit of the larger guard who had overpowered Julian earlier.
"Well, well, looks like the old gardener likes to play detective," the guard sneered, stepping closer with a menacing grin while resting his hand on his belt. "Hand over the keys, old man, or this gets very unpleasant."
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Arthur didn't hesitate; he lunged forward with surprising speed, swinging the heavy wrench in a wide arc that caught the guard off guard and sent him crashing into a stack of empty crates.
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