Uncle Shom Part3 -

“You didn’t tell me you had a third thing.”

He smiled for the first time in ten years.

He pointed to a lock near the center of the wall. It was small, silver, no bigger than a thumbnail. It didn’t belong among the others. uncle shom part3

Part 1 was the jar of fireflies that never died. (He shook it on Christmas Eve, and they spelled a name I’d never heard: Liora. )

“That some doors aren’t meant to keep things out,” he said. “They’re meant to keep something in.” “You didn’t tell me you had a third thing

By the time I was fifteen, I had stopped believing in Uncle Shom’s stories. That was my first mistake.

By an unreliable nephew

He stepped back. And the wall began to turn. End of Part 3.