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... the kind where the streetlights flicker like they are too tired to keep shining. I stepped out and looked around.
The bowling salon across the street was still open, music leaking through the glass. To the right, shops lined the block, all closed. Only one apartment building stood at the end of the row. Old. Ugly. A place that looked like it never received sunlight.
I walked toward it.
Because the wind was so heavy, the old metal door didn’t shut all the way. It clanged ...
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