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Shining a light

Steven grabbed his flashlight from the bench and pointed it into the void. The beam cut through the dust, catching cobwebs, crumbling wood, and ancient grime. Still, no bottom appeared. “It’s like a crawlspace,” he said slowly. “But way bigger.” Amber’s heart pounded. Whatever this place was, it wasn’t normal. And definitely not something they’d expected to uncover during renovations.
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