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Something Unexpected

John scrambled down the ladder in a frenzy. His feet slipped, but he caught himself. He slammed the attic hatch shut and locked it. His hands shook. The phone still buzzed in his hand—Mark. Of course. “You picked the worst possible time,” John muttered. But a new fear crept in. Why was Mark calling this late? Did he know something?
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