Ethan frowned. “What do you mean?” The man tapped his cane against the ground. “Landslide took it. Whole stretch of houses, gone in a single night. Nothing left but earth and stone. You’re standing at the end of what remains.”
Ethan walked away from the barbershop in a daze. The old man’s words circled in his mind—an entire row of houses swallowed by a landslide, gone in a single night. He glanced again at the key and the photograph in his pocket. How could something so ordinary outlast something so final?