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Inside the warehouse
Dusk draped Cedar Creek as Henry, steering his vintage ride, approached the enigmatic warehouse. His companions sat silent, the air heavy with anticipation. The warehouse was monumental, walls weathered by decades of secrecy. The key from the sedan fit the front door’s lock perfectly. The door creaked open, revealing another door marked “The Garage.” Unlocking it unveiled an unbelievable sight.
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