A faded duffle bag
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Paul’s heart thudded in his chest. Seconds stretched endlessly as Carter’s arm moved, feeling along the hidden space. Then, with a grunt, he grabbed something and pulled it free.
A dusty, faded duffle bag emerged from the piano, its surface cracked with age. Paul blinked in disbelief. He hadn’t expected anything like this—certainly not a hidden bag.
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