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She clenched her teeth, stirring as fast as she could. By the time this challenge was done, she was certain the judges would credit her for inventing something entirely new and different. And she was sure she wouldn't be dinged for using the same flavor combination from the last quickfire go-round. Hopefully no one would call her out on it.
She didn't want to go. The stairwell looked rickety, and led right to the attic. Cobwebs, dust, and spiders lived there; she was just going to stay where it was safe: the kitchen. Surely, there were too many unpleasantries upstairs.
She paused. In front of her was a rickety-looking stairwell, one she knew would take her directly into the attic. As cobwebs, dust, and suspicious-looking shadows...