Entering the unknown
With some hesitation, they rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a tall man with thinning hair behind it. He did not wear a coat, but otherwise he fit the thrift shop’s description perfectly. “You’re here,” he said simply, stepping aside to let them in. His house was vast, decorated with antiques and expensive furniture. They were led into a cozy living room.
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