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The cellar was covered in an incredibly thick coating of dust and cobwebs, and a rusty furnace rested against the far south wall. A tiny slit of a window stood high on the west wall, but the view was obscured by both a thick layer of grime that coated the glass from the inside and a thick patch of weeds and ivy that grew up and over the window from the outside. The dust on the floor was undisturbed, which probably meant that the two boys were the first to walk the floor in a very long time.