Clara’s entire world narrowed to the beam of her flashlight. She pressed her stomach to the cold ground as sharp gravel dug into her palms. The air was thick and stifling, carrying the scent of damp stone and a metallic tang that left a coppery taste in her mouth. She had just wriggled through a jagged opening in the foundation—an opening that, by the house’s exterior measurements, should not have existed.
Her Uncle Left Her an Old Mountain House – Then She Discovered Its Hidden Secret…
