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Behind the Locked Door

The heavy iron latch slammed into place with a sharp, final snap, plunging the archive into oppressive darkness.

Vennela sprang to her feet, her smartphone flashlight cutting a pale beam through the cloud of centuries-old dust. She lunged for the massive oak door, grabbing the forged iron handle and yanking with all her strength.

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Maya

A writer who prefer imagination and illustion