The Golden Harp
Wavy keys inside the abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. It smelled real bad in here, like decaying flesh. There must have been some dead critter rotting under the pile of moldy clothes and household items that covered most of the floor. Easily one of the filthiest, nastiest interiors I’ve ever worked. And brutally hot too, I was sweating more than Jerry Lee Lewis doing an encore. Total darkness, warm white and purple Protomachines flashlight.
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