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The smell hit me first.

Not the smell of something rotten.

Something older.

Damp concrete. Dust. Air that hadn’t moved in years.

I instinctively pulled the girls behind me.

“Stay upstairs,” I said quickly.

But Grace shook her head.

“No, Mommy likes when we visit.”

My stomach twisted.

The basement stairs creaked beneath my feet as I slowly descended into darkness.

A single lamp glowed faintly in the corner.

And then I saw it.