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Besides books on the floor, turned over furniture, spider webs and dirt, there was so much dust and leaves on everything that they soon gave up the first floor. The second, for the record, wasn't any better.

The smell of rotten wood, dust and leaves was everywhere. Hopkins scratched his nose and envied Spankin', who stayed in the cabin they rented on the surroundings, drinking a cold beer while searching for Charlie Barlow.

Clark, otherwise, seemed at home.

"Look at that china cabinet! What a great work of joinery!"

"Focus. Let's find the— Clark!"

It happened way too fast. She was admiring the fallen china cabinet when part of the floor ceded. Hopkins slid on the floor and held Clark's hand before she could fall. The oval table, some quilted chairs and the china cabinet fell on the first floor with a deafening noise. Breathing heavily, Hopkins pulled her up.

Clark swallowed dry, and he saw little drops of sweat on her forehead. "Focus," she nodded several times. "Focus is a good... word."

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