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Dialling in the code

Steven knelt beside the safe, hands trembling slightly. “One… eight… four… four,” he whispered, turning the rusted dial with deliberate care. Amber held her breath, fingers curled nervously. A loud click echoed, and the door creaked open. It moved too easily, like it had been waiting for this moment. Their hearts pounded, adrenaline building. Something inside had been sealed long ago—intentionally.
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