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Chapter Thirty - Epilogue
It was quiet and beautiful underneath the soft lights, gentle music playing as the wind howled outside, and the rain slowed to a mere drizzle. The Chef had preserved the surprise Margaret had promised. Few of the staff had been given extra days leave because the weather had been so bad.
“Cheer up. It’s your favorite.” Margaret smiled. “I gave Chef specific instructions. Eat up.”
“Thank you.” Hayley feigned a smile. “You know how much I love sautéed brain, especially clever brain. I don’t know how Chef managed to keep Mark’s brain fresh.”
Margaret chuckled. “I have not lived this long to not learn some secrets along the way.”
“Do you think that Sarah will find her way out of the cave?”
“Are you worried that she will find us?” Margaret said, taking a sip of the thick red content
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