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"I don't think I can help you," you murmur, and even in the darkness you can see how the figure in the bed becomes even paler. She nods and lets out a dejected sigh. "Thanks for your help though..."

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You turn away and step back outside through the front door. You take one last look inside the house and guilt almost knocks you to the ground. How you wish you could have helped this woman.

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- Now continue your journey in section 232.