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Marquis stood up, horrified, and walked back to the door, looking down at the lock. He raised his right hand, trembling, shaking, nearly in tears.

His arm was almost at 90° as he opened his fisted hand, leaving closed his pinkie and ring finger, still trembling, shaking, nearly in tears.

He stopped raising his hand moments later, when it became level to the lock, the metal was cold, he could feel each indent, each patch of rust, each wear and tear mark, he rotated the lock he had finally come into contact with counterclockwise, trembling, shaking, nearly in tears.