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It was dark. Very dark.
“Oof.” Fina bumped her knee against something hard. “Turn on the torch,” she hissed.
A rattling sound ensued. “I can’t get it to switch on,” whispered Pixley.
“Here, I have a small one in my bag,” whispered Ruby.
A small, weak spotlight appeared in front of Fina.
Then light flooded the room, revealing rows of chairs, a sofa, and an enormous screen in the back. A film projector stood near the front, partially hidden by a folding paper screen.
Fina glared at Snave. She leaned over to Ruby. “I thought he was supposed to leave the lights off.”
“I do apologise.” Snave bowed. “Since you extended the invitation, the earl and countess are most eager to enter the screening room. Shall I let them in now?”
“Yes, please do. No need for us to practise bumping around
