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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: From where I stood I could not see beyond the door, but I saw Mr.
Jamieson's face change and heard him mutter something, then he
bolted down the stairs, three at a time. When my knees had
stopped shaking, I moved forward, slowly, nervously, until I had
a partial view of what was beyond the door. It seemed at first
to be a closet, empty. Then I went close and examined it, to
stop with a shudder. Where the floor should have been was black
void and darkness, from which came the indescribable, damp smell
of the cellars.
Mr, Jamieson had locked somebody in the clothes chute. As I
leaned over I fancied I heard a groan--or was it the wind?
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