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Chapter Thirteen: What the Box Held

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She closed the door quietly and turned around.

The corridor was empty.

She stood very still and listened to the house, to the floor, to the particular quality of silence that a house makes when it has heard something and is holding it. Nothing. No more footsteps. Either she had imagined it or whoever had made the sound had stopped.

She let out a slow breath.

She was still holding the piece of paper. She folded it carefully and put it in her pocket alongside the key, and she closed the small
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