![]() For every one he managed to secure, another knocked loose, and no combination prevented it. Still nothing! This was maddening! Listening more carefully, Querry heard some of the pins slipping free as others snapped into place. He tried every other lock and then the ones he skipped. ![]() “Some combination?” he asked the empty room. This was it, the solution, but why didn’t it open? He tried the locks in reverse. “What? Why?” Querry paced back and forth in front of the wall, fist balled against his mouth. He used the nail in each of the seven holes and stood back. Subtleties of the sounds they made told him if the pins had clicked into place. Leaning closer, Querry listened and visualized the mechanisms within the stone. This lock operated on the same system as the one he’d built to protect his room: the pins had to be pushed into the tumblers in a specific order. A smile broke across Querry’s face as he removed the nail and fit it into the next hole. ![]()
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