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Chapter 88: The Man Who Hums

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Ana's POV

The night guard didn't even rise from his stool.

"Visitors' desk opens at eight, miss." He nodded at the glass doors, the turnstiles dark behind them, the lift lobby lit and empty. "No pass, no way past that line. Not tonight."

It was ten past ten. I stood on the pavement with my bag on my shoulder and the stamp still burning behind my eyes, and the problem arrived the way problems do once the first rush was gone, one hard fact at a time.

I had no pass. I had handed it over myself. I
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