Chapter 118 I Found My Face On His Wall

The door at the end of the hall was open.

Not unlocked, not ajar—open. Wide enough that I could see the edge of a desk inside, the corner of a lamp, the sliver of a wall covered in paper. I'd walked past it 11 times since I moved in, and every single time it had been shut, sealed, deliberate, and to...

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