Chapter 6-2

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Anyway, floor it is. I search the table room again and again come up short. Time for a more hands-on approach. The bottles of sand aren’t in grooves and raising them doesn’t reveal any depressions. Rearranging them does nothing, nor does putting them back in their original places. Hopefully whoever checks in next won’t be OCD enough to notice the sand inside the bottles has moved. The table itself then? I work different angles, pushing the table from various directions with varying amounts of force. The table doesn’t move even though it’s light enough to. Jackpot. If it’s fixed, it’s fixed to something, and that will open the secret door. An inspection of the floor around the table’s legs reveals nothing. Might as well try lifting it. Placing the bottles of sand on the floor so they don

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