Chapter 143 143 - Posy

Posy 

Saturday, 9 October

The bathroom has the chemical sharpness of disinfectant, overlaid by something floral and too-sweet. I can hear the club through the walls: thump, thump, thump, like a metronome set to adrenaline. There’s a battered plastic bin, a tiny stainless sink, and a mirror so warpe...

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