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... ’t move for hours. She only listened. Listened to the sound of footsteps. Doors closing. Silence filling every corner of the house.
When it was quiet enough, she slowly got out of bed. Her bare feet touched the cold floor. She moved to the end of her bed, where a low cushioned bench sat. She dragged it a little, careful not to make noise. Then she pulled off the soft padding at the top.
Beneath it was a small chest—old, dusty, but locked tight. Her hands trembled a little as she ...
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