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Chapter Fifty-Four: The Apartment on the Fourteenth Floor

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"It smells different," Eli said.

He was standing in the middle of the living room of the new apartment—four blocks from the old one, three bedrooms, a kitchen with two working burners and one that ran hot which Damien had identified on the first walkthrough and noted without being asked. Eli held himself with the focused environmental assessment of a man conducting a thorough inspection before issuing a verdict. Patterson the bear was in his left hand; Gerald the dinosaur was in his right. Both
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    She took Eli to the park at four o'clock. It was not because it was Saturday—and Eli noted this immediately, with the focused precision of a child whose internal calendar was not a flexible document."It's Tuesday," he said, halting at the door with Patterson gripped tightly in his hand and the dis

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    Cornelius didn't change his posture until the midday heat began to bake the wool across his shoulders. He stayed forty minutes without unbuttoning a single silver rivet, his hands remaining locked in his pockets while the damp turf slowly darkened the leather of his oxfords. He stood through the s

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