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"You're right," Bly says, giving herself a shake. "This is what we trained for. If the Alpha Assembly and the elders are too spineless to stop things like this from happening, then it falls on us."

Bly's flashlight dips and works its way around the room, revealing several old pieces of furniture and a drywall partition with a single closed door at its center. As she steps toward it, she shivers, and her breath comes out in a stuttering rasp.

"Whoever's behind that door…I don't think they're alive anymore. Take a moment and listen."

You do, turning your head about in place to take in every angle. Nothing.

Bly's whisper is hoarse. "Not even breathing. It's silent as a grave. I just want you to be prepared. We may not like what we see."

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