Smack
Bracing myself with a flinch, my cloth-bound fist punches out the small decorative pane of glass. There’s a deafening crash and a shower of tinkling glass across stone tiles. I freeze to the spot, listening for any movement inside. ‘Fucking noise…’ I think, knocking out the broken shards as quietly as possible. The oak door’s fixed with a large iron lock some would call ‘rustic’ or ‘traditional’. I find the whole thing a distasteful waste of money; another way of showing how superior and classy...
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