Remainders of dust still flitted around in the light of his lantern. He pulled the case up along one of the walls where they could be easily stacked without being seen from outside. As he stood, he took a moment to look at the drawings on the walls. It didn’t look like writing. Lines and squiggles and circles, some of them intersecting and others almost like claw marks from a big animal dragging its paw down into the dark. Ed pushed the front of his hat up his forehead with his free hand and held the lantern up closer.
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