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One evening, I hear someone knocking. It is Roderick.
“Madeline is dead.”
“Can you help me ?”
Madeline’s face. She looks like Roderick.
“Yes, we are twins.”
The cellar’s door is made of a very heavy metal.
The cellar is small and humid.
We close the cellar’s door.
Roderick is sicker and sicker.
I become sad…