Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

with a flat edge.

I laid the drawing face down on the hallway chest. The back of the frame was sealed with four small brass screws, their heads dark with age.

“Let me do it,” Raymond said, his hand steady as he fit the blade into the first screw.

He turned the screw slowly, the metal giving way with a tiny, dry scrape.

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