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Chapter 6
Sierra's POV Aaron began descending the old wooden stairs, his hand gripping tightly to the wobbly railing. I followed one hand on the railing, the other on the wall, my heels thumping on each step, and my heart hammering in my ears. The woman watched, looking down at us with an odd expression. It looked like she might slam the trap door shut and lock us in here as her next potion ingredient. Instead, when Aaron's foot touched the last step, lights jumped to life on either side of us, held up by nothing flickering candles lining a long, damp hallway. "Keep walking, and you'll find him," the woman called, now closing the door and leaving us alone. "Anyone else getting a murder vibe?" Brooklyn asked, shaking slightly. "Do they have to make everything so dark and eerie?" Aaron asked, w
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