Chapter Fourteen - Two wheeled ghosts
Lucian’s POV *************
The hinges groaned as I pulled the garage doors apart, one side sticking halfway before it gave in with a loud creak. A gust of stale, metallic air hit me in the face, part rust, part old oil, and something vaguely like forgotten summers. Light filtered in through the high, grimy window panes, revealing a scattered graveyard of wheels, spokes, and faded paint.
The garage was a graveyard of motion. Old cars slumped under layers of dust, their hoods yawning open like tired mouths. A truck with cracked windshields and peeling paint sat in silence, its tires sunken and brittle from years of stillness. A couple of bikes leaned forgotten in the corner, their chains stiff with rust, frames eaten away by time. Everything smelled o
