The Man in the Lobby
Harold Henderson unlocked the front door at six in the morning and did his daily inspection: lobby floors swept, mailboxes counted (forty-eight, all accounted for), reception desk organized, the painting of the ship verified in place above the concierge station. The ship was a sailing vessel, three-masted, painted in muted blues and grays. No one in the building knew who had painted it or when...
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