The storm outside rattled the shutters of the cottage, but inside, the air smelled of woodsmoke and cloves. Granny Muir sat by the fire, her knitting needles clicking like the mandibles of a busy insect.
" The cellar," Levi whispered. "You said when the thunder shook the chimney, I could ask." perv mam
Levi scrambled to his feet and hurried to the heavy oak door in the corner of the kitchen. It was a door he had walked past a thousand times, always locked, always silent. He slid the key into the lock. It turned with a heavy thunk that vibrated through the floorboards. The storm outside rattled the shutters of the