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A Wall of Junk
Through the broken glass, he saw it—a barricade. Couches stacked on end, plus two large cabinets. Someone had piled them in front of the door like a blockade. “Definitely intentional,” Morgan muttered. “They didn’t want anyone coming in… or something getting out,” he speculated quietly to himself. Morgan climbed in through the broken window, landing with a dull thud on the floor inside.
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