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The Studio
I followed Thomas upstairs and down one of the halls. All the doors looked the same to me, but Thomas knew exactly where he was going. He stopped in front of one of them suddenly. I heard a clattering on the other side.
"Mr. Weston's photography studio," he explained before opening the door.
I saw Mr. Weston fumbling with an expensive-looking camera. He seemed intently focused on it. I looked around. Camera equipment and lights were everywhere. A messy display of random items sat in the corner. Despite being so large, the room somehow felt crowded with all this equipment.
A sharp click and a flash of light startled me from these thoughts. I blinked the spots from my eyes and turned towards their source. Mr. Weston smiled from behind the camera.
"Thomas, honestly, w
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