Chapter 61 61. What is Real and Fake?

The key felt impossibly heavy in my palm.

Above me, music thumped through the floorboards. Bass pressed against the concrete walls. Drunken voices rose and fell.

I stared at the locked door. Now? While they were distracted?

Then I looked down at myself. Torn shirt, matted hair, wrists ringed in pu...

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