Voices replaying
Samantha sat down, her head dropping into her hands as she replayed the hushed voices she heard earlier. They hadn’t sounded angry, more like people planning or whispering directions. Samantha wondered if they figured she had seen them. Did they leave the jar on purpose? Or did they get spooked and abandon it? No matter how she twisted it, the story didn’t add up in her head.
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