Chapter 6 - Uncovering The Truth About Thirty Years Ago
The neon sign of the dilapidated Starlight Motel flickered weakly against the pitch-black sky of the rural highway.
Vincent cut the car's headlights, coasting the sedan smoothly into an unpaved parking spot right in front of Room Twelve.
He pulled the heavy vintage brass keys from his pocket, his fingers tracing the worn metallic grooves of the engraved tag.
“Is this the place?” Vincent asked quietly, glancing sideways at Mary as she trembled in the passenger seat.
“Your mother lived in that exact room for three months under an assumed name after the hospital fire,” Mary whispered.
Vincent stepped out into the biting wind, his tailored pinstripe suit snapping against his legs as he approached the rotting wooden door.
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He inserted the brass key into the old lock, feeling it turn with a heavy, satisfying mechanical click.
The door swung inward slowly, groaning on its rusted hinges to reveal a room preserved entirely in the eerie silence of the past.
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