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Beyond the Green

…where the skeletons slide.

Her unblinking eye peeks through the keyhole where the skeletons slide. Stranger in a starched uniform she has trespassed far beyond the green baize door. When the hard hands come down into her hair she gasps too loud, hauled up fast.

“I caught her here!” he exclaims.

The heroine frowns, standing in the open doorway.

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