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Woman’s voice
The metal was corroded, and the machine looked like it hadn’t been used in centuries. Harold approached the device, his fascination overcoming any sense of fear or caution. Just as he reached out to touch the cold metal, the woman’s voice from before echoed through the chamber, more desperate and pleading than before. Harold’s heart skipped a beat. And then he did a wise thing…
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