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Chapter 13: The Ransacked House and the Necklace's Secret

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last update publish date: 2026-10-25 08:21:52

Fear completely paralyzed us. With our hands in the air, the group slowly retreated until we were pressed flat against the cold rock wall right outside the cave's entrance. The two armed men kept their weapons trained straight at us, their expressions icy and unforgiving.

"What the hell were you people doing out here?" one of them barked in a harsh, threatening tone as he stepped closer.

George swallowed hard, trying his best to mask the tremor in his voice, and answered quickly:

— "Nothing...
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