The same display

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When he reached the janitor’s closet, something stopped him. His locker door was wide open. Inside, his jacket and car keys weren’t where he left them.
Instead, they had been neatly folded and placed on the staff table, arranged with care. Frank’s stomach dropped. It was a smaller version of the umbrella display—his own belongings turned into another eerie message.
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