The dresser toppled over. Phin winced and hoped that no one had heard. Be more careful next time.
Phin's fingers brushed along the floor boards where the dresser had been.
Nothing.
Then, Phin felt the wall.
Still nothing.
Phin stood up and looked out of the nearest window. The sun was coming up. Not much time left.
Wait. The window. The window hasn't been searched yet. Phin reached for the edge of the window. Then there was a voice. Someone was coming inside the house. Hide!
Phin jumped inside of a closet and closed the door.
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Trails of Secrets
General Fiction"So, what's your name?" "Yeah... about that. I don't know." "Don't know what?" "My name." "How can you not know your own name? Were you never given one or something?" "I don't remember it." ~~~ Just a small, average town. Quiet. Peaceful. Friendly...
