Chapter169 The Trap in the Dark

Third Person POV

Inside a run-down wooden shack.

Dummy stood at the window, a rusty hammer in his hand.

He held a plank against the drafty window frame, pinched a nail into place, and swung.

Thud.

Then again. Thud. Thud.

A few solid strikes and the board was fixed tight. The cold air stopped getting...

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