Chapter Forty-Six: The Search Beneath the Dirt

Chapter Forty-Six: The Search Beneath the Dirt

FLORA WHITMORE

The twenty-storey block towered above me, tired and cranky, its paint peeling, its sign drooping. It sat in the seam of town where the city stopped pretending. I sat in the car a moment longer, fingers drumming the steering wheel, breat...

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