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Lydia gaped at the skull and the skull gaped back.
“Lydia, child. Where are you hiding? You can’t be far.”
A draft crept around the bone jar, bumping Lydia in the face. She gritted her teeth and moved the jar aside as quietly as she could. There was a loose panel behind it. She couldn’t find a latch, so she pushed the panel forward. It opened quietly.