Silver Bullet
It wasn’t hard for her to navigate the smallish, dim passageway. Unlike the sometimes maze-like basement areas she was accustomed to, this hallway went straight and had no others shooting off of it, no way to make a wrong turn or get lost. She simply continued straight, one hand pressed to the cold stone more to reassure herself than because she needed it. Finally, she did reach a point where the hallway split. For a moment, she paused, looking to her left where there was an adjourning passage. But it was unlit, so after a slight hesitation, she decided to continue straight. She felt the hair on her arm rise slightly, though she didn’t know why. And then, a moment later, she perceived the sound of voices down the hall. Suddenly, she saw light spilling out of a doorframe ahead and reali
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