Faint footprints
It wasn’t just decay that unsettled him. Dust across the floor was disturbed—uneven, scuffed, covered in faint footprints. In the corner lay a mound of blankets, arranged into crude bedding.
Kevin’s stomach twisted. Someone had lived here, hidden for years beneath the forest. He froze where he stood, pulse racing, realizing he was standing inside a secret life.
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