CHAPTER 55 — THE KEY THAT COLLECTS.

At 07:06, Milano breathed like a small temple: tray, mirror, sugar; the altar of sanity. Piero left two things that weren’t breakfast: a plastic card with a metal edge — no mark on top, but with the A·C relief in the corner if you knew how to read the shadow — and a tiny sketch: Maintenance — Lock T...

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