Searching for a way in
Kevin crouched low before the gate, examining every bar and seam. Oddly, there was no external lock, keypad, or visible mechanism securing it. Whoever had built this place hadn’t intended for anyone outside to open it easily. He thought briefly of prying the entrance loose with a tool. “Something like a crowbar,” he murmured. His eyes swept the ground, searching for a broken branch thick enough to wedge between the iron bars and force leverage.
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