[She tries one or two of the entrances, before remembering it's actually the one at the very end. Finally, she'll open the right one and lead the way in, breathing like she hasn't been able to--which isn't entirely untrue.
It's quiet.
She glances off to the hidden corner, and the small little Christmas tree still sits as she remembers it.
She quickly tries to get a better look, curious--though it doesn't seem like anyone else has found the place.]
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It's quiet.
She glances off to the hidden corner, and the small little Christmas tree still sits as she remembers it.
She quickly tries to get a better look, curious--though it doesn't seem like anyone else has found the place.]