And then they were down. The ceiling was low above them and they carried the sideboard bent over like hags. “Set it here!” Hank gasped. “I can’t carry it no further!” They set it down with a thump and stepped away. They looked into each other’s eyes and saw that fear had been changed to near terror by some secret alchemy. The cellar seemed suddenly filled with secret rustling noises. Rats, perhaps, or perhaps something that didn’t even bear thinking of.
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