Assessing the room
Ben mentioned the idea, and Clinton nodded, relief softening his expression. “That’ll do. Show me.” Together, they trudged across the yard, boots crunching against gravel as Ben unlocked the door.
The hinges groaned as it swung open, revealing the dim interior. Clinton stepped inside, his veterinarian’s eye sharp. The space was empty, save for scattered tools. His lips pressed thin.
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