Alicia’s heart pounded as she made her way past the still-empty pool to the paved entrance to the pool house. “I can’t even believe I’m doing this,” she grumbled to herself. She wasn’t the one who came out here, moved aside a stacked washer and dryer, squeezed herself down a narrow set of steps, and picked out artifacts from a hidden treasure room.
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