Protecting it with his life
Mark wasted no time. He slid into the seat across from his aunt, his face still pale from the shock of what he had found. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, keeping his voice low so no one could overhear. His aunt turned to face him, her eyes filled with concern. She didn’t look surprised by his agitation. “Did you find the handle?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Mark nodded.
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