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"Mystery of the Brightville Vanishing:Part Six" by josephinefarine
Erin saw Orlitz through the glass and called out to her. She was completely restrained in her chair, her wrists and ankles tied to the seat’s arms and legs. Her curly hair was tousled, and she looked terrified. Much to Orlitz’s relief, though, she did not appear hurt. Behind her, a trapdoor had been propped open with a box. The cybunny attempted to open the door, but it was locked. “Hold on Erin!” she yelled, “I’ll get you out!” “Orlitz, help me!” cried the Pink acara, “They’re coming back soon!” Her voice was muffled through the glass. Orlitz circled the small building, searching—desperately searching—for an entry point. In the back of the hut, where thick coils of vine had crawled up the wall, she noticed a small window in the roof open just a crack. If those vines could support the cybunny’s weight, she could scale the side of the building and squeeze in through the window.

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