Marked
He shook his head.
I came over, getting close to him, as we both sat by the fire and touched the key. As I turned it over, I noticed something. I licked my finger, and rubbed it alongside the metal. A final layer of dust evaporated, and there was visible a small inscription, written in a delicate script.
The Vincent House.
I looked to Caleb. “Do you know it?”
He leaned back, shook his head and sighed.
“I guess our search isn’t over,” he finally said.
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