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The Apartment #225


Watching the charred shape slowly stagger towards her, Tracey gave in, body and soul, to despair.
Too long in pain, too long in fear, she felt nothing inside, no feeling, no emotion, no will to survive. Nothing mattered anymore: the black pointlessness of existence overwhelmed her, those fragile hopes dead, long dead, now not even a memory.
All meaning dead, she drowned in black hopelessness.
And prayed for oblivion, for the faint glimmer of her own existence that struggled inside her to give up too.
Without feeling, without thought or volition, she toppled sideways to the floor and lay unmoving.

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