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Tiki Moon #169

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Lights were on all over the house, which meant I wouldn't need the flashlight. It also meant I couldn't sneak around in the dark. The pantry led to a small hallway. The walls were all of a thick, rich looking stained wood. There was a painting in the hall that looked like some sort of religious painting from ancient Rome. Neither Deborah nor Morty struck me as the pious type, so perhaps it was simply for aesthetics.

I could hear talking upstairs as I reached the end of the hall. I turned the corner, finding myself in the front foyer...

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