A real mess
The room was immense. Wooden tables lay scattered or overturned, chairs split and broken as though abandoned hastily. Wall art hung askew, many frames clinging precariously. Morgan swept his light across the room, pausing at each grim detail. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the groaning ship frame as it shifted with waves. Boots crunched over debris—shards of porcelain, fractured glass—every step echoing unnaturally loud through the cavernous, empty chamber.
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