Warm to the touch

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The passage soon opened to a wider space, where a thin blanket was folded neatly atop a stone bench. Next to it, a tin cup half full of water and a burned-down candle stub.
Everything looked lived-in, recently used, and left behind in haste. Jolene brushed her fingers across the blanket, finding it was still warm. “were close.”
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