The door closed behind them with a quiet, deliberate click.
It was such a small sound… but somehow it echoed.
The three men stepped inside, their boots heavy against the wooden floor. The air inside the house was different—warmer, but not welcoming. There was a faint smell of old wood, tobacco… and something else they couldn’t quite place.
Something metallic.
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