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In the shrouded darkness, the only audible sound is the faint creaking of a door being coaxed open. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, the air rife with the scent of impending danger. Amidst the foreboding silence, you can detect the faint rustle of a person trying to remain undetected. They are hidden, nestled in the shadows, their heart pounding in the tense quiet. The person's fingers gingerly dance over the cold metal of the door lock. A soft click echoes through the darkness as the lock succumbs, releasing its hold. The door, old and heavy, groans in protest as it's slowly pushed open, its hinges whispering secrets of escape into the night. A wave of relief washes over the hidden person, a soft sigh escapes their lips, barely louder than a breath. The door swings open revealing a broader darkness, a path to potential safety. The person slips out, their form melting into the inky
