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“That lock was placed there the night your mother left,” he said. “She asked me to keep it closed until you were old enough to understand.”

Hundreds of them. Padlocks, skeleton locks, combination locks, rusted iron deadbolts, tiny brass suitcase locks, a clock-face lock with no hands. They covered the surface from floor to ceiling, each one fastened to a ring bolted into the dark oak. uncle shom part3

Uncle Shom pressed the black key into my palm. It was heavier than any metal should be. “That lock was placed there the night your

I felt the air change. The house groaned. Somewhere above us, a clock began to tick backward. rusted iron deadbolts