Hollow thud
Placing the notebook down, Suzan moved to another section of the floor. As she stepped forward, a hollow thud echoed beneath her boots. Frowning, she crouched and pressed her palm against the wooden floorboards. They felt uneven, almost flimsy in this spot. Pulling at the edges, she lifted a thick cardboard plate and froze when she saw what lay beneath.
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