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Submitted to Contest #124
Something was… off. It wasn’t too noticeable, nor was it very subtle, but Isaiah Huxley couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He knew that he’d be scolding himself for being so stupid once he found out what it was, but right now he was just trying to quell the anxiety that was slowly rising. Currently, he stood in the mudroom off the side of the kitchen, just past the drawing room where most of the Gazember family sat, talking quietly to each other. Of course, not all of the family was there; the youngest, Alice, had been kidnapped recently,...
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