“Think it’ll work?” Raccoon asked.
“Positive,” Owl said, taking a few steps back.
The sun began to set. He hurried back to the wall and rotated the coin’s position in the hole, so that it mirrored a nearby paint-flecked stone.
“Look at the shadows the sun makes through the crack and fissures.”
“It’s a skull!”
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