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... d tore as nails ripped, metal popping and wrenching from their securements. Underneath her, Rosalie’s body shook with exertion. Her awkward positioning didn’t help, hands and knees finding leverage wherever it could in the shared, cramped space.
With a final snap, the lid sheared, then buckled from its nailed-in edges, flying and clattering somewhere to the side. Orange light, and fresh air, flooded in. Zoey and Rosalie clambered out, then rolled over and collapsed onto cold stone. Zoey’ ...
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