Stacie

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She turned her attention to the pool of blood. A trail of it led away, suggesting a body had been dragged to the wardrobe, the door of which hung half-open invitingly. A creeping unease brushed her spine. It had to be a joke. A weird, sick joke. ‘In there,’ she said, pointing. ‘There’s someone in there.’
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