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EMMY
“Okay… Turn it on,” Ross instructed.
Sky opened the tap in the stable yard, and water gushed over her feet as she leapt back. Halle-f*****g-lujah. That almost made my visit to Ratmageddon in the cellar worth it, even if it had been something of a wasted trip. In the end, we’d located the internal stopcock on the far side of the house, in what had once been a laundry room. We’d found an additional back door too, so overgrown that it was all but invisible from outside. Another hour, and between the six of us—me, Sky, Ross, and his three buddies—we’d hacked away the bushes, and now we had a way in and out that didn’t involve climbing through a window or playing Russian roulette with a rotten floor. The front door was still jammed solid, swollen shut by years of rain, and none of us
