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The heavy metal door, without a window or doorknob to mar the chessboard design, blocked the top of the staircase.
“Well, Mister Depths-beyond-my-understanding, unless you’ve suddenly become learned in the magical arts, perhaps you could step aside,” Eric said.
Devon growled as they switched places on the narrow stairs.
“Do you think it’s a puzzle?” I asked in a stage whisper. The terrible feeling of being watched had goose bumps sprouting all over my neck.
“Perhaps.” Eric ran a hand around the edge of the door. “Though I doubt it. This is a place of profit with a customer base of wizards who don’t mind breaking the law. Making entry too difficult would be bad for business.”
“But keep a better clientele.” Elizabeth squeezed past Devon and me, squinting at the door.
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