A door
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His finger pointed toward the far end of the hallway where a battered wooden door stood, barely illuminated by their headlamps.
Mia swallowed, her nerves prickling, and followed Leo’s gaze down the length of the hallway. “What the hell did we get ourselves into?” Mia muttered. Leo put a finger to his lips, motioning for silence.
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