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How did we not think of this!

The roo her exposed skin She tried to ignore it as she turned toward the mirror

“What do we do?” Jeremy shouted over the wind

Wind There shouldn’t have been any wind, but there was It had picked up while she wasn’t paying attention, and now it howled through the cellar like someone had opened a dozen s on a cold winter’s day

Kara began looking around The light co now It illu

“Look around!” she shouted “Find so to—”

CRASH!

She was interrupted by the splintering of wood, and a blur of movement One of the heavy oaken bookcases had fallen over Jerean had h to save hi him halfway across the room to the hard, dirt floor

That wasn’t the wind, Kara thought So pushed it

She held her ar, scattering itself over the roo noith a steady rhythm Almost like a heart…

She forced her eyes open, despite the searing pain Kara saw furniture, rotting in the corners of the rough-hewn cha books took up one corner Sconces for oil lamps, mounted to the wall…

There

She almost couldn’t make it out, but then shewind Four steps Eventually she was standing before the object of her quest: a sn, nized right away So her time at Blackstone Manor

It’s a match safe

Kara lifted the lid There were stilland thin and caked with dust The striker was there, right at the base plate Wincing hard against the light, she dragged the head of the match across it…