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The Apartment #82


Rick turned to Danes at the window.
"Open it," he commanded.
Danes, his face awash with the sweat of the heat and the sweat of his own fear shook his head, a barely perceptible motion. His knees weak, his legs shaking, he pointed out into the hallway. Rick and Ryland understood, and as Danes staggered feebly towards them, they helped the others out of their chairs and out of the room.
Flames licked through the glass of the window, rose up through the carpeted floor and, with a soft hum, slowly emerged from different points of the walls and ceiling.

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