I turned the handle and watched the mechanism slowly open, the rods spreading apart with an eerie, deliberate resistance. It didn’t feel like a simple tool; it felt like something meant to force and restrain. For a moment, my mind ran through every dark possibility: torture device, medical relic, something criminal. Why had it been shoved so far under the bed, wrapped in dust and silence?
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