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The Apartment #72

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Unbidden, almost as if controlled from afar, everyone standing - DeStiy, Tisha, Maria, Rick - sat down in silence. No one moved.
It was as if a blanket had been laid over the restless room, as if the energy of life had suddenly dispersed, as if everything had become a dream. Or maybe, as if everything had suddenly become overwhelmingly real.
Time seemed to have no meaning here, within these four walls. All there was was silence and silent fear.
Outside, it was evening. A cold, dry, lifeless evening. Motionless. Pallid. A corpse of an evening.
Which withered as night crept closer.

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