Busted
The crowbar strike echoed through the hall, and the wood gave way with a violent crack. Arthur pulled the door wide, and he and Rose froze at the threshold, stunned. What lay beyond wasn’t dust, cobwebs, or decay. Instead, it was a perfectly furnished living space—warm, lived-in, almost cozy. Pictures hung on the walls, a rug stretched across the floor, and a tiny kitchen gleamed in the corner.
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