8. A Mysterious Placed Envelope

Descending the creaky basement stairs, Edith was met with the once familiar scents of sawdust and oil, now heavy with unfamiliarity. The workshop door, with its padlocked barrier, stood as a stark symbol of the mysteries within. As she inserted the key, the lock clicked open, and the door slowly creaked ajar. Inside, the workshop’s usual array of tools and projects greeted her, but under the dim light, shadows seemed to dance eerily around the room, casting an unusual stillness. Edith’s gaze was drawn to Henry’s desk, usually cluttered with papers and trinkets. Amidst the usual chaos, an out-of-place envelope caught her eye, its crisp edges starkly prominent.