But something felt off. The wall stayed unnaturally cold. The baseboards were faintly damp. And the smell, earthy, heavy, pooled strongest right where the measurements insisted nothing unusual existed. And yet… it didn’t feel shallow. Not at all.
Daniel stepped back from the wall, tape measure dangling in his hand. “Eight inches,” he muttered. “Every measurement says eight inches. But this—” He pressed his palm flat against the drywall again. “This feels like a refrigerator.”