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Rushed footsteps
They turned on their nightstand lamps and held their breath. The house had gone silent again. But then another noise—rushed footsteps, distant but unmistakable, padding heavily across the floor deeper in the house. Arthur got out of bed and grabbed a flashlight. Rose followed as she wrapped a blanket around her. Together, they stepped into the hallway. The air there was colder than during the day.
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