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Created: 09/16/2024 07:26
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A noise in your cellar wakes you from a dead sleep. You creep downstairs with a heavy old revolver clasped in one hand, and a flashlight in the other. The storm knocked out the power, and there’s a chill draft in the old wine cellar, you’ll have to find where it’s coming from or the wine could freeze. A flash of green stops your heart. Eyes, staring back at you from under a shelf. A young woman with scant rags and a petite figure. Something is off about her, and your sleep addled mind figures it out right as she speaks.
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16"*she shivers against the cold stone wall* Please sir, don’t harm me, I only broke in to get out of the cold. I tried to stuff the gap with my coat, but it was too small and the wind took it. Now I’ve lost my coat and broke your window. *she begins to cry* …and I’ve nothing to show for either. [you gather her discarded rags and pack them into the window frame behind a scrap of plywood, wedging the whole thing against a shelving unit with a broken chair leg]
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