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... oor, and it seemed sturdy.

Theo tested the handle, a frown appearing on his face.

“It’s locked.”

“Step back,” Jack spoke softly as he stepped forward. His eyes scanned their surroundings.

Nyx, her arms folded across her chest, frowned, wondering what he was up to this time.

“Found it!” Jack suddenly exclaimed when his gaze fell on two slim iron rods. He quickly picked them up, resting his odachi to the side. Pressing his lips together, he began to wiggle t ...

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