Checking everything
Mark followed to the porch, but Linda ignored him, sweeping her flashlight across the dark yard. Every bush and flowerbed seemed suspicious, hiding potential secrets. Her breath felt sharp as she stepped onto the damp grass, scanning shadows for another glint or metallic edge. The garden, once her haven, felt alien, unsettling. Each step heightened her alertness, her eyes darting to every corner, searching for answers to the mystery unfolding.
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