"There's a door, just like Dad said."

Her hands shook as she pulled the key from her pocket and inserted it into the padlock; it turned smoothly, too smoothly for something that should have been sitting unused for years, and Rukky realized her father must have been coming here regularly, maintaining the mechanism, preparing this gift for her.

The padlock clicked open, and Rukky removed it, setting it aside; she pulled on the metal door, and it swung outward with a groan of hinges, revealing a ...