stepping off the elevator, i knew immediately that something was wrong. i think it was the sound, a combination of forced silence and panic, a controlled chaos. instinctively, i walked toward the chaos, toward the lobby bar. i saw her, a middle-aged woman with dark hair lying lifeless on the floor. it took me a [...]
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