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The Apartment #104

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There, in the forest, Ryland motioned to his unit: take cover. Down. Hide. Be still.
The effects of the orange gas would last maybe ten minutes. Until it wore off, stay unseen, unheard.
That was then. This is now.
Danes' voice, repeating: I will not believe. This is not real.
Ryland lowered himself to the floor and waited. Flames licked around Harry Danes but did not burn. Throughout the room flames danced and cast devilish shadows on the wall. But there was no noise.
Ryland saw Danes join him on the floor.
Silent flames.
Danes spoke quietly:
"Enough. I understand."

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