[Once the rustling resumed, Freya crept forward, inching her way along silently. This was probably a bad idea, but clearly, she wasn't going to get any answers standing there. Her gut still screamed that something was wrong; Freya wouldn't lower her guard.]
[But wariness didn't stop her from hopping up and propping her forearms on top of the occupied file cabinet, peering down at the other side.]
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[But wariness didn't stop her from hopping up and propping her forearms on top of the occupied file cabinet, peering down at the other side.]
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