Chapter 17: Not Human

Chapter 17: Not Human

I turned and headed for the narrow staircase at the back. The steps creaked under my boots—old wood protesting every weight. Upstairs, a dim hallway lit by a single oil lamp. Doors lined both sides, numbered in peeling paint.

Number 7 was at the end. I slid the key in, turned it with a rusty click, and pushed the door open.

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