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sliding door hung crooked, chained with a lock so rusty it looked ancient.
He pulled a pair of bolt cutters from his truck, snapped the chain, and pushed the door open.
Dust rolled out like breath from a tomb.
Inside, broken rakes hung from nails. Rusted saws leaned in a corner. The floor groaned beneath his boots. Mason turned to leave.
Then something continue reading …
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