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Chapter 5:
The Escape
The Door.
It groaned. The wood splintered. The lock, a cheap
clinic standard, was no match for the force being
applied from the other side.
Liam, huddled behind the desk, was a trembling
shadow. The clarity in his eyes replaced by raw,
primal fear. He was seeing the world, and its dangers,
with a new intensity.
"Stay down," Evelyn hissed. Her gaze darted
around the room. No back exit. No window to the
street. Just the single, battered door, now bowing
inward.
A heavy thud. The door frame cracked.
She grabbed a heavy, bronze lamp from her desk.
It was clumsy, impractical, but it was all she had.
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