Unlocking the past
Tom slid the key into the trailer’s rusty lock and twisted hard until it gave way with a loud click. The door creaked open, revealing a musty interior frozen in time. Old furniture, covered in dusty sheets, filled the narrow space. A single beam of light broke through a cracked window, falling on a framed photo on the wall—Tom’s father, much younger, standing beside the trailer.
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