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Following the sound

“It’s coming from that wall,” Mike whispered, nodding toward a section of drywall that looked newer than the rest of the mostly concrete backdrop. Mike twisted in a light bulb overhead with shaky hands, flooding the basement with a dim, yellowish glow. He pressed his ear to the wall, the pounding reverberating through it. Sarah stood behind him, nervously clutching his arm.
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