Room Thirty-Nine...what looked like a combination wine cellar and
junk room. Someone had been working here as well.
"This is more to my
taste," said one, dusting off some labels. All the bottles turned out to be
"I hear someone hammering," said one.
"No, that's a chopping
sound," said another.
None of them heard the faint jingling that came from
behind the wall. "I don't hear anything," I said loudly and, with as much
commotion as possible, hurried them out of the room to...
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