You know, the old oak is a quiet witness, its grain hiding secrets like a secret code. In a good story, every scratch could be a clue, every knot a suspect. Maybe the pattern is a map, maybe it’s the timing of a theft—only the next chapter will tell.

It’s funny how a simple knot can feel like the most boastful villain, but sometimes the quietest grain holds the most danger. Keep an eye on it—you never know when a silent piece of wood will whisper the next clue.