I was the first to hear the cry. Then yelling. A lot of it. "What the fuck is happening?" I thought as it tore through the peaceful afternoon and destroyed any remaining sense of security as it exploded down the corridor like a storm. Clara took hold of my arm and dug her fingers deep enough to leave bruises on my flesh. She had wild eyes. "Bella, what the fu..."A guard rushed passed us. Next, then one more. Their pale, terrified features were contorted. I was unable to understand what one of them yelled. The words blended into a single, disorganized sound.The Running followed.There were thundering footsteps. Doors slam. There are voices yelling for everyone to escape, run, and get out. Suddenly, the hallway was packed with bodies—servants, maids, and guards—all of them pushing, shoving, and trampling one another in sheer terror."The young lady! "Leg it," the girl said. Clara's voice broke like a teenager's, cracking high. "Bella, let's head out! "We ought to run!"However, I stay
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