A hatch
The uneven part that just tripped over Suzan wasn’t just any piece of rotten wood. It was the edge of a hatch. The thing barely reached above floor level. And with the rug covering the whole thing, it was pretty much invisible to unwanted intruders. But with the piece of fabric now out of the way, it was hard to ignore. Suzan crawled to the hatch on all fours…
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