A deep crack

Lilly’s skin prickled, every hair standing on end as she edged closer to the wardrobe. Her flashlight beam trembled across its dark surface. On the right door — the one marked with a painted number two — a long crack split the wood. It began three-quarters from the top and ran jaggedly downward, carving through to the base, like a scar that had never healed.
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