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"So did I."

Judy reached for the nail.

It didn't move.

She looked closer.

"This isn't a nail."

"What is it?"

"A peg."

Mace stepped beside her.

She pulled gently.

The wooden peg slid completely out of the wall.

Something clicked inside.

A soft metallic sound echoed behind the boards.

Wolf immediately stepped back.

"What was that?"

"Not a trap."

Judy slowly pressed against the wall.

One section moved inward less than an inch.

Hidden hinges.

The old pine panel quietly swung open.

Not a room.

A narrow cavity.

Only six inches deep.

Completely empty.

Or so I thought.

Judy aimed her flashlight inside.

"There."

A tiny brass hook hung from one side.

Something had once been suspended there.

"It's gone."

Nobody spoke.