A wooden baseboard ran around the room, half-covered by ragged strips of violet-patterned wallpaper. In moving the dresser, he’d revealed a section where the baseboard had been removed. A small panel had been inserted there, about six inches high and almost as wide. Not a panel—a tiny wooden door, painted spruce-green and with a brass knob the size of a thumbtack head.
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