His heavy foot steps echoed in the narrow dimly light hallway. One step, two step, three it would be a total of eight steps to get from the stairs to the front door. That gave Emilia just enough time to grab the book she had been reading, and race to her room locking the door behind her. More times then she can remember she smelt the alcohol reeking scent on her father. It just oozed out of every pore on the man's body.
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