The Bargaining
The theater had been empty for twelve years before Sebastian Blackwood found it. Not empty of people—empty of everything that makes a room feel like a room. No dust motes in the light because there was no light. No echoes because there was no sound. No smell because even decay had given up. Sebastian was thirty-four and spent his days in a Chelsea apartment that smelled of old paper and old...
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