Chapter 91 The Bolt

"Hale," Megan said. "The door."

"I am trying." He slammed his shoulder into the trapdoor again. Dust sifted down onto his cap. "It is oak, banded in iron. The bolt is on the far side."

"Ethan?" She pressed two fingers against the earpiece. Static hissed back at her. "Ethan, say something."

Nothin...

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