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... oom, it sounded like a saw against wood.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
Mailah froze.
Her hand, which had been reaching for the heavy brass door handle, pulled back as if the metal had suddenly turned white-hot.
Her mind raced through a list of monsters.
Was it the "Basement Ghoul" Carson joked about? Or maybe a spy sent by Valerius to finish what his cold stare had started?
She held her breath.
The music from downstairs—a haunting, cello-heavy ...
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