The Hiding Place
Her breath hitched. Was this it — the hiding place written about in the journal? The closet stood silently, its door shut tight, as if guarding a secret. The red number gleamed faintly under her light, sealing the connection. Lilly stepped closer, torn between dread and the need to know. Every instinct screamed for her to leave, yet her feet carried her forward.
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