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The door was locked from the outside. I knew this because I had heard the latch click while I was still in the hallway, a sound as sharp and final as a bone snapping. I was trapped inside the cellar of the Ashworth estate, surrounded by the damp chill of the earth and the smell of rotting wood. But the cold was not what frightened me. It was the faces. They stood in a semicircle, seven of them,...
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