Chapter 152 I COULDN'T GET FAR.

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The hall was short and dark, paneled in the same tired wood. My bare feet slapped on the boards. I passed a kitchen with a pot still steaming on the stove, and then a living room with a stone fireplace, a ripped plaid couch, and a coffee table covered in cigarette butts. A door at the end. A ...

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