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The following day, Hannah and she returned to Jess's house. At the end of a week, they had searched through every room, from the attic to the garage and an old tool shed in the garden. Abby felt uncomfortable in the half-basement, particularly when Hannah nonchalantly explained that the metal poles here and there must have been supports added to shore up the house after one earthquake or another, but she examined the empty shelves along its walls nonetheless.
Still, there was no sign of the journals.
Abby had run out of places to look.
And her sense of foreboding was growing stronger once more.

 
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