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Covered Shape

The basement was larger than expected. Stone walls lined the room. Dust floated in the flashlight beam. In the center stood a shape draped in a dirty tarp. Amber stepped forward slowly, her footsteps crunching on loose dirt and debris. She grabbed the tarp and yanked. It resisted—then tore away. Beneath it sat a massive wooden chest wrapped in chains.
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