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Sweeping the room
The room was dark, but the soft glow of the nightlight revealed Abigail sleeping peacefully in her crib. The sound, however, seemed to have stopped. Linda frowned, her ears straining to pick up even the faintest trace of the noise that had brought her here. She took a step into the room, her eyes sweeping the space for any signs of disturbance.
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