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Venturing outside
With a gulp of courage, Jane carefully headed downstairs, her hand firmly grasping the railings as she descended the staircase. She picked up her baseball bat that rested against the stairwell, feeling the familiar weight in her hand, her fingers tracing the worn grooves. As she unlatched the backdoor and stepped into the cool night air, the sounds abruptly stopped.
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