The Secret of the Locked Door

Previously

…“My grandfather was a man of his time, Alex. And his time was one of great fear. Fear, and a desperate need to protect.” He sighed, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. “The journal was never lost. It was hidden. Just as the door was sealed. Just as the truth was buried.” He gestured to a worn leather armchair opposite his desk. “Sit, Alex. You’ve earned the right to know the rest of the story. Though I fear it will be a bitter draught to swallow.” Alex sat, the worn velvet of the chair cool against their skin. They watched Elias as he turned back to his desk, his movements