Merinda had kept that piece safe in her dresser for thirty years. She had told me it was the only thing of value her family had ever owned, a quiet secret she kept wrapped in her drawer. Now, I was about to trade it to cover a single month of back rent.
The gate gave a low, dry creak as I pushed it open. I took three steps forward and pushed the heavy wooden door, stepping into the dim room.
Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old brass. A glass counter stretched across the back of the room, lit by a single fluorescent bulb that hummed with a low, steady vibration. Behind it stood Arthur.
He was sixty-one, wearing a faded gray cardigan with leather buttons. His shoulders were slightly rounded, and his face was set in a gruff, professional expression that did not welcome idle conversation.
“Morning,” he said. His voice was a low, gravelly monotone.
I walked slowly toward the counter. The glass was scratched, showing the faint outline of velvet trays underneath that held silver pocket watches and old pocketknives.
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