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The Locket of Clues

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Time 1h 15m

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I didn't dare glance behind  to see if the were following. I run into the house thinking about what amount of time I had left before they find out where I am  hiding. I run up the creaking steps to the attic and find a small gift box to hide the locket in. Gluing it tight with carpenters glue I quickly hide it under a loose floorboard. Behind me the floor boards squeak and a deep chuckle fills the attic. As a black mist envelopes me all I can think is 'protect it'.All Rights Reserved

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