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The Visitors took to their heels
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A cough.

Low. Wet. Right outside the back fence.

Walker froze, still crouched over the false floorboard in the kitchen, where he’d been checking the tension on the tripwire. The wire hummed in his hand.

He reached slowly for the blade taped under the sink.

Another cough. Then silence.

It wasn’t Greg. Greg never came back. Claimed his knees hated stairs. This sound came from the alley behind the thorn wall—a place only someone looking for him would bother with.

Walker moved to the window. The boards made no sound; he’d oiled the hinges himself. Through the slats, nothing moved. Just ivy twitching in the wind.

Then—click.

A soft crunch.

Someone just stepped on the pressure plate under the third flagstone.

His heart rate spiked. He waited.

WHAM!

The spring-jaw trap snapped shut with a metal scream.

A shout. Muffled. A man’s voice.

“Shit! Shit!—”

Then silence.

Walker grabbed the small mirror on a stick from behind the curtain and angled it through the window gap. What he saw made him curs
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