The Forbidden Ties
He repeated the words in his head: The more you take, the more you leave behind.
“Footsteps,” Happiness whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s footsteps.”
Mason looked at her, a flicker of admiration crossing his face. “You’re right.”
He approached the keypad below the timer and typed in the corresponding numbers: 3668773.
The screen blinked green, and a new section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow corridor. Relief flooded Happiness’s face, but Mason’s jaw tightened.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered, pulling her toward the corridor.
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