The trio crept into the gloomy, melancholy, reptile house, being careful to stop their feet from squeaking on the dark, grubby tiles that covered the floor. Thick shadows blanketed the far corners of the room, and crept around the mysterious corridors, spreading out as if it was following them. Emma gulped and glanced in every corner of the reptile house, and looked ahead, her mind on the alert. It almost seemed as if the shadows were creeping over them, trying to pull them further into the surrounding darkness, making them feel cold, isolated, and petrified. Mort's eyes were wide with pure...
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