What’s going on?
Arthur hurried back upstairs, his footsteps quick against the creaking wood. A moment later he returned with the keyring Dalton had left behind, jingling it nervously in his hand. “Let’s try them,” he said firmly, determination fighting his fear. They tried one key after another, each one clinking uselessly in the lock. None worked. None even came close. The locked doors stood unmoved, as though mocking them, refusing to give up their secrets.
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