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... he hundredth time, her boots dragging against the dusty floorboards as if she were trying to wear a hole straight through the wood. The wallpaper here peeled like old skin, curling at the corners, and every inch of the ceiling was cracked like something had once tried to break out from inside the walls. The only window was too narrow, too damned high to climb through even if she could break it, even if she dared to try.
The only source of light came from the moon above and the glowing ma ...
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