I bought the old Miller property because of the massive, overgrown backyard. It was a mess of weeds and brambles, but I saw potential.
I spent all Saturday clearing the brush near the back fence line. That’s when my shovel hit something hard with a loud clank that vibrated up my arms.

I knelt down and pulled away thick layers of ivy. It wasn’t a rock. It was a heavy, rectangular iron hatch, flush with the ground.
It wasn’t on any of the property surveys. It looked ancient, covered in rust, except for one part.
There was a thick, modern padlock securing it. And the padlock looked brand new.
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