Madeline:I asked the driver to drop me off at the address.And I began to realize it was much farther from the usual pack houses, all the way near the border of the pack.There stood a lonely house surrounded by dying trees and overgrown grass.Even as I stepped onto the front porch, the floorboards creaked beneath my feet.I knocked gently on the door, then looked around in confusion, growing impatient.“Come in,” came a voice from inside.It was old and shaky, yet it sounded as if he already knew I was coming, because he didn’t ask who I was, he simply invited me in.As I was about to step inside, the voice continued, “Do you see the groceries outside? Bring them in when you come.”My hand was on the doorknob when the request came.I looked around for the groceries and, sure enough, found several bags piled near a large vase.I picked them up, turned the doorknob, and stepped into the small, vintage-style house.Right at the entrance, a staircase led to the upper floor, and beneath
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