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Seo-yeon 2:40 a.m. Linen audit, 17th floor. The corridor lights dimmed in sequence behind me as I walked. Each one died two beats after I passed. Like something following, turning them off one by one. The service door at the end clicked open by itself onto a stairwell that smelled like cold chemicals.

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