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Footsteps on Gravel
They heard him mumbling now—words they couldn’t make out—his voice low, husky, maybe even calm. “He’s testing the house,” Anna whispered, her voice trembling. “Trying to see if we’ll open up.” Elise peeked through the side window, then dropped back down. “He’s moving toward the back.” They pushed a tall shelf in front of another window and braced it with a floor lamp.
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