Like the movie
He mouthed the words again. “Shawshank Redemption? The prison escape movie?” Realization sparked—digging tunnels, hiding exits behind walls. His pulse raced.
Could Willem have built something similar here? Kevin’s gaze darted around the chamber’s walls. No posters hung, no loose bricks, nothing obvious. Still, the thought gnawed at him. Somewhere in this room, Willem had left a message.
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