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Run for the hills

Nora grabbed Claire’s wrist. “Come on!” she hissed, pulling her coworker toward the backroom. Claire stumbled slightly, but followed. The man hadn’t moved from the freezer, but they weren’t taking any chances. Whatever he wanted—whoever he was—it didn’t matter. He was in the freezer. After hours. They pushed through the staffroom door and slammed it shut behind them.
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