Pulling on the handle
The door’s wooden surface was barely holding together. It was full of cracks and old paint that was peeling. Sarah gasped when she saw it. “What is a hidden door doing down here?” she asked, her voice trembling. The door looked like it had been closed for a while. Mike reached out cautiously, his hand hovering over the rusted handle before pulling it open with a creak.
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