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caught his eye.
On the far wall, behind a pile of warped boards, someone had carved a small mark into the wood.
A circle. Inside it, three letters.
A.W.H.
Amos William Whitaker. Mason’s grandfather.
Below the carved initials, barely visible beneath dust, was a line scratched into the wood.
NOT FOR THE GREEDY. ONLY FOR THE ONE WHO STAYS.
Mason stared at it.continue reading …
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