A life unknown
The inside smelled of old wood and dry fabric. Tom moved slowly, peeling back covers and opening drawers. Most were filled with everyday objects—maps, tools, old books—but they were neatly arranged, not discarded. Someone had taken care of this place. He found a fishing hat on a hook near the back door and recognized it instantly. It was the one his father always wore near the lake.
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