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CHAPTER 68 — The Apartment Door
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2026-07-18 14:31:54
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*POV Derby* By eleven in the evening, the rain had turned the concrete streets into rushing, black rivers, blurring the headlights of passing taxis into smeared streaks of yellow. I dragged my feet through the lobby of my apartment building, my waterlogged heels squelching against the linoleum. My umbrella had collapsed three blocks back, leaving my hair plastered to my skull and my cheap wool coat thoroughly soaked through.ä Then came the final insult of the day A bright yellow, handwritten sign taped over the elevator doors: OUT OF ORDER. My chest tightened. Five floors. Five floors of steep, concrete stairs after three sleepless nights and a corporate execution delivered over the phone by Victor Vasquez. My body practically begged me to just sit down right there on the lobby floor and let the dampness take me. Instead, my fingers gripped the iron banister. Action first, thought later. I hauled my dead weight up the first flight, the muscles in my thighs burning instantl
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