Chapter 84: The Arsenal Unlocked
The heavy oak door swung inward, scraping across a drift of dry snow that had sifted through the threshold before the lock gave way. Harlan Sterling stepped into the pitch black interior of the hunting lodge, lifting the brass hurricane lantern high so its yellow beam could slice through the gloom. The air inside the cabin was still and freezing, carrying the dry scents of aged pine logs, floor wax, and gun lubricant that had remained undisturbed since Arthur Calloway drew his final breath.
Behind Harlan, the seven scavengers filed through the door frame, their boots crunching on the frozen dirt and grit tracked across the entryway rug.
Torin pulled the thick oak door shut behind them, dropping the heavy interior crossbar into its iron sockets to block t
