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The Apartment #109

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Ryland stared at Danes' back, then strode out of the apartment. He'd braced himself to see human debris littering the floor: to see them, half-collapsed, frozen, desperate, pleading for help - or maybe too close to death to know they needed help...
They were there, okay, but this was not the human carnage he expected.
Gone was the freezing air, gone the ice and frost-painted walls. And in place of the half-dead bodies strewn on the ground, there they were: standing, checking themselves and each other, asking each other if they were okay.
Asking what had just happened.

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