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Darkness had fallen but he had still not found the source of the wind. The painting was too heavy to lift, there were no hinges, the best he could do was lift one corner and feel his way around. It was not successful. In desperation, with the last of the daylight gone and the moonlight falling through the stained glass windows, he skull dragged a pew over and levered the painting up, bracing it off the wall to reveal the hole behind it. He felt around inside, it was too dark to see how deep it was.
He would need light if this was going to be of assistance.
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