𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆

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Once they opened the doors, they saw no supernatural terrors or Rotwell agents — just the backs of several wooden crates that were open, empty and stacked in piles

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Once they opened the doors, they saw no supernatural terrors or Rotwell agents — just the backs of several wooden crates that were open, empty and stacked in piles. The floor was heaped with salt and iron filings, spilling out of the open crates. Above them, Sabrina noticed a roof, glowing with a pale light.

There was something in the air that made Sabrina clutch onto Lockwood's jacket to steady herself, finding herself go slightly dizzy. Whether it was the air, the psychic energy creeping closer and closer towards her or just her lack of nutrition, she did not know but she wished it would not happen.

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