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up toward them so whatever was in there, it was sheltered.
Josie found her cell phone. There were no bars to connect her
to the outside world but she had a flashlight app. She held it up
and led the way. Ten yards down they stopped in front of a
heavy wooden door hanging on rusting iron hinges. In the
middle of it was an opening hatched with iron bars.
“What is this?” Amelia whispered.
Josie shook her head and ran the light over it, top to bottom
and side to side. Amelia moved up against Josie’s shoulder.
“Emily?” Amelia called.
There was no answer. Instead, carried on the cool, dry air of
the bunker they heard:
“Marigolds. Marigolds, Ian. Yes, we are.”