And there it was. A safe. Old and steel, covered in dust, but unmistakably out of place in this cellar of forgotten things. It was set into the wall, and on the front were three keyholes, each with a slightly different shape. Claire dropped to her knees.
Her heart thundered in her ears. Her fingers trembled as she inserted the first key into the largest hole. It turned with a satisfying click. She inserted the second key—click. Then… nothing. Two down. One to go.