The trap sprung
There it was again, the tolling of the bells, more urgent this time. Jane rushed to her window, peering out into the darkness. Jane could hear the muffled sounds of confusion, curses whispered into the night as the intruders stumbled into her pits. A triumphant smile crossed her lips. She grabbed her baseball bat and walked outside with a confidence she hadn’t felt before.
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