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// Journey Through the Dark - Part -1.37 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Twilight hesitated, holding her breath, as she heard hoofsteps outside the door. She contemplated whether she should stay close to hear better, or stay farther away from it, and quickly chose the latter. She did however cast a minor hearing enhancement spell as she backed into the corner, not forgetting to turn over every paper on the table the proper way back into the pile she'd found them in.
The room was wide enough that she could easily avoid actually touching anyone if they happened to walk in, assuming it was just one pony, but she was still hoping it wouldn't come to that. She breathed slowly and carefully and listened. Someone was definitely approaching. Just one pony, which was reassuring. They walked all the way up to the door, then walked past it.
Twilight listened still. A little farther down the corridor, the steps came to a halt. Then there was a set of metallic clicks, and the sound of a door creaking as it opened. Then the hoofsteps got farther and disappeared. Twilight continued to wait.
It didn't close. Whatever the pony was doing in the other room, they didn't think it warranted closing the door. Which, on the bright side, probably meant they weren't likely to take long in there. And so Twilight waited, not daring to move or make noise.
She didn't know exactly how long she waited. The perception of time one has during moments of stress is rather far from accurate, and even counting would not have helped her without an external reference. But eventually, the hoofsteps came back.
The door closed behind them, the key turned, and then they moved towards the door to the room Twilight was in again. Again Twilight waited. Again, as the previous time, they passed it without stopping and then moved farther and farther away, down the corridor and past the corner and out of Twilight's hearing range.
Only then did Twilight allow herself a still very restrained sigh of relief. She once again pondered the contents of the room, but decided she'd seen enough and spent enough time there.
Carefully she made her way back to the door, listened through it for any other sounds, then opened it and walked out and began to walk away after closing it.