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Blueprint

Wilburt stood slowly, walked over to a dusty shelf, and pulled down a tightly rolled blueprint. He spread it out across the table. “The original house layout,” he said softly. The main floor looked normal. But underneath, drawn in faint red ink, was something else: a sealed basement. “There’s a hatch,” he whispered. “Under your pantry. Only Lillian was allowed down there.”
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