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You decided to stay hidden. You figured that whoever or whatever that was could not be trusted. For all you know, it might be some kind of skin-walker mimicking a woman's voice. The thought gave you awful chills.

You pressed your back against the altar table as you tried to control your breathing.

"Where are you?" The voice called out.

You lowered your body, almost crawling on the floor, as you made your way back to the room where you and Lone Man slept last night.

You locked the door behind you.

Eventually, the noise stopped. It's probably been an hour since you last heard it.

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