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A hatch

The sharp metallic echo confirmed it. “There’s something here,” Steven said. Amber crouched, flashlight beam aimed carefully. A rusted metal hatch had been buried beneath the old pantry floor. In its center—a weathered keyhole. Amber reached into her pocket and pulled out the twisted key. It shimmered faintly under the light. Everything they’d found had led them right to this moment.
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