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Gracie found the night guard, an old friend, stationed at his desk. “I need the footage from outside his room—now,” she said, her breath uneven. Without hesitation, he began pulling it up. “Let’s track down our escape artist,” he joked, trying to lighten the tension. Gracie leaned close to the screen, her eyes fixed. This was their best chance.
Security’s Help
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