Chapter 2 · free to read
4:40 AM. Pim wouldn't let her go alone. The renovated wing smelled of new paint — and, faintly, of something burnt.
The key turned before she finished pushing it in. As if something had already unlocked it from inside.
New furniture, new paint, and walls that had been made new for a reason nobody in the office would put in writing.
The blue cassette. Side B, track four. It was playing itself, and she had left it under her bed across the city.
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