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with a long, dry groan.
Beneath it was darkness.
And stairs.
Mason descended.
Cold air rose from below, carrying a smell unlike the barn above. Not rot. Not mildew. Cedar. Oil. Paper. Something preserved.
At the bottom, he found himself in a low underground room lined with stone walls, the ceiling reinforced with steel braces. It was not a cellar. It was continue reading …
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