The Faded Attic
The lock did not give way, it surrendered with a shriek that tore through the stagnant air of the attic, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. Elias Thorne, his left hand trembling so violently he could no longer feel the cold iron of the chest, stared at the jagged hole in the wood where the mechanism had failed. The house around him was not silent; it was a living thing, breathing...
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