Chapter 14 - The Midnight Confrontation
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck twelve with slow, deliberate chimes that echoed through the beach house like a death knell.
Outside, the fog had thickened into a dense wall of white, swallowing the coastline and muting the roar of the ocean waves into a distant, muffled hum. The jagged hole in the living room window let in a steady, freezing draft, but none of the three occupants seemed to notice the cold.
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Clara knelt by the dining table, her soldering iron hissing softly as she applied the final bead of molten tin to the copper contact switch beneath the subfloor hatch. She tested the mechanism with a sharp tug; the internal pneumatic release didn't budge. The hatch was no
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