“Brick by brick,” he muttered, tracing the crumbling lines of the mortar with an ancient finger.
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t you find this wall a little odd?” he deferred.
I held the lamp up a little higher, scanning the dusty mausoleum.
“Yeah,” I said. “You got an archway there and no door. This place is full of little alcoves with little memorials for the dead. Ashes to ashes, and all that.” I sneezed, blowing some dust out of my nose. “They blocked this one up.”
“Why do you think they would do that?”
“I suppose, it’s to keep us out.”
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