Morgan's POVThe basement smelled of damp concrete, old wood, and something rotten. I descended the narrow staircase slowly, one hand sliding along the cold metal railing as the weak bulb overhead flickered every few seconds. The light barely reached the far corners, leaving most of the basement swallowed in shadows.Broken appliances were piled against one wall, including an old refrigerator with its door hanging crookedly, a dusty washing machine, a microwave with a cracked front panel, and several rusted fans that had stopped working years ago. A stack of battered cardboard boxes leaned against a wooden shelf, while old bicycles were pushed into another corner, their tires flat and chains coated with rust.There were also forgotten household items scattered everywhere. Empty paint cans, cracked flowerpots, tangled extension cords, old tools, pieces of broken furniture, and several plastic containers covered with dust filled whatever space remained.Something small suddenly darted
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