David Chase

Sleeping Beauty

With a groaning crack, the door shifted, releasing a gust of stale air. Angela could barely contain herself as the workers took up a better stance and repositioned their prybars; but reminded herself that a Seeker must always project an outward calm. On the count of three, the workers put their back into it and the heavy door popped off its tracks, tumbling down the hillside, leaving behind a gaping black hole.