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Beneath Loggerheads
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Sian shone the torch around the cellar. It was a small space and she estimated that it stretched about halfway along underneath the kitchen and a metre or so into the backyard. She waved the beam around the walls. She had no idea what she was looking for. She glanced up the stairs behind her. Maybe she should call Kris and get some help. But it was probably nothing. She'd feel ridiculous if she dragged Kris all the way over here and they found a few old socks in a box in the corner of the room.
There was a c***k in the wall at the back. Sian followed its path up, around and then down with the torch. It was the outline of a door, hardly there, as if it had been plastered over a very long time ago. Sian walked over and pulled at its edges with he
