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You decided to stand by the door. You remembered what Lone man said about his brother's eye condition. You pressed your back against the wall and held your breath.

You watched as they both walked out of the room. Lone man's brother didn't see you; however, his mother did.

The last thing you saw was the rusted machete she was holding.

THE END

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