Shannon woke sharply. Glaring at the chandelier on the ceiling, contemplating what woke her. A noise, perhaps, something not normal in the night. Her legs becoming as restless as her mind. Slowly lifting the covers, Shannon slid out onto the marble floor. She drew quick breaths as each step embraced the frigid stone. Upon reaching the door, she appeared to stop breathing. Gripping the doorknob, she turned it slowly. The hinges creaked.
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