Haunted Coast #59

I strode to the window and pulled back the curtains to a sudden shaft of sunlight. The window was closed, and outside a sheer drop to the ground.

On the window ledge something caught my eye. I bent to look closer.  Three rusty nails, and a pale brown feather, brittle with age.

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