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The Apartment #133


A closed entrance door.
A few more steps.
Please don't be locked.
But why would it be? Since she'd been here, she'd never known it locked.
Please don't be locked.
The air in this part of the passageway was cooler. Brighter.
She stopped. Rejigged Timmy on her agonised arm and laid her forehead against Rick for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and pulled once more.
Another step backwards and the back of her ankle hit the bottom of the door.
...don't be locked.
She leaned back against the door. Pushed backwards. It gave.
Cold air swirled..

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