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Toby did the only thing he could do. He ran. The abominable snow men charged after him on all fours like silverback gorillas.
Whizzing around a corner and into a larger part of the compound, he flailed feverishly, looking for an escape route. His search didn’t last long. There was a gap in the side of the adjacent building to the one that contained Melvin and his prisoners. Throwing himself headlong at a slot where a plank of wood was missing, he rolled to safety, a glinting icy blade swiping close to his heels.
Toby was in a large room, like a farmer’s barn. On either side, what appeared to be tall piles of furniture and construction equipment were covered by dustsheets. An old pipe whistled softly, played by a draft that blew through the barn. Other than that, there was s
