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Maeve paced before the fireplace with a dark cloud over her brow. She paused and glanced at her watch. “How long does it take her to get food?” A single loud pounding sound brought her attention to the door. She whipped her head up and frowned. “Did she forget how to use the door already?”
Maeve strode to the door and tapped a finger on the wood. A small peephole appeared at eye level, and she peered through it. The hole didn’t look only straight, but surveyed the entire area like a telescope. There was no one there.
Maeve opened the door and started back when a piece of paper flapped loudly beside her. The paper was nailed to the door. She leaned toward it and read the short message scrawled on its surface. Her eyes lit up. She snatched the paper from its nail and steppe
