chapter 8 part 4

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Sarah and Rachel had been on the run for what felt like hours, their breath ragged and hearts pounding in their chests. The cultists, cloaked in dark robes and chanting sinister incantations, seemed to be everywhere, always just a step behind them.

As they turned yet another corner, Sarah's heart sank as she saw the looming silhouette of Raven's Manor in the distance.

No matter which direction they tried to flee, they always ended up back at the same cursed place. It was as if the alleys were conspiring against them, leading them right into the clutches of their enemies.

Rachel's hand tightened around Sarah's, her eyes wide with fear. What do we do, Sarah? We can't keep running like this. Her voice trembled with desperation.

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