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Blinking in the darkness, Fina shook her torch.
“Blast it. The blessed machine won’t turn on.”
“Let me feel the wall to see if there’s a light switch,” said Ruby.
Soon, the cellar was bathed in a faint glow that did nothing to counter the deep, damp chill in the air. Off to one side stood a few wine racks. In the other corner stood a shelf with preserves and various jars of pickles. A jar of raspberry jam was calling Fina’s name, but she ignored it.
“There’s a small room over there.” Fina pointed to a door with peeling paint. It looked as if it hadn’t been opened in years.
Ruby jiggled the doorknob. She shook her head. Then she pulled out a small embroidered box, opened it and removed a straight pin. “Feens, can you shake your torch again to see if it works? I need a little more l
