The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk. ‘Wait, Jacques! I will find the way to open this.
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