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The Apartment #217

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DeStiy didn't move. There was nothing in his face that gave away he had seen Ryland close in on him, but then
"The experiment concludes."
DeStiy's words hung in the air like the promise of evil, a premonition of something no one wanted but everyone feared.
Daniel said nothing, just examined DeStiy closely, from the bloodied top of his skull to his twisted, broken legs, then slowly back up.
“Move, DeStiy. Move now!”
DeStiy’s eyes were fixed straight ahead. There was no fear there. No life. No spirit. Nothing.
“I cannot.”
Daniel's fist flew so fast no one saw it.

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