The Walls of Room 314
Chapter One Marcus Chen's mop bucket made the same sound every night at 11:47 PM—a metallic clank as he dragged it across the linoleum of the basement corridor. The sound was as much a part of his routine as the clock on the wall, the flickering fluorescent light, and the smell of industrial cleaner that clung to his clothes like a second skin. Room 314 was at the end of the corridor. It...
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