The voice outside faded into silence. For a moment, the only sound inside the cabin was the slow crackling of the dying fire. Evelyn held Silas close. Damian stood near the fireplace, listening. Counting. Measuring distance. Helix wasn’t rushing the house. That meant they were confident. And confident enemies were dangerous. Evelyn whispered, “What do we do?” Damian’s eyes moved toward the back wall of the cabin. “We leave.” Silas looked between them. “But they’re outside.” “Yes.” “So how?” Damian stepped toward the fireplace again. He crouched and pushed aside a metal grate hidden near the floor. Beneath it, a small iron latch appeared—old, worn, almost invisible unless you knew exactly where to look. Evelyn’s eyes widened. “What is that?” “A backup.” He pulled the latch. A low mechanical click echoed beneath the floorboards. Then a narrow section of the wall beside the fireplace shifted slowly outward, revealing a dark opening. Cold air drifted up from below.
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