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The locked doors
They moved cautiously, flashlights cutting through the dark, down toward the lower floor where they’d heard the noise. Their steps echoed lightly. Then they heard it again—shuffling, scurrying. It seemed to be coming from the hall with the locked doors. Rose whispered, “Did you ever find the keys for those?” Arthur shook his head, confused. “No. I forgot to ask Dalton before he left.
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