The Bottom of the Barrel
The trapdoor creaked open with the heavy resistance you would expect of a door long hidden. Jenna peered down into the dark room below. The smell of dust and stale air rose up to meet her, laced with something a little sweeter. The inky blackness of the room covered the bottom of the step ladder. It looked very much like a secret room someone forgot about. This was her first time in this building, and it was only by chance that her foot tripped on the edge of the carpet to reveal this door. The...
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