What Remains on Elm Street
What Remains on Elm Street I Pat handed the key through the gap in the screen door. Marcus took it. Their fingers didn't touch. "Third floor," Pat said. "Hall's at the end. Hot water's on the left." Marcus nodded. He was tall but bent slightly forward, like a man who had spent years walking into wind. His jacket was blue and worn at the elbows. He carried a bag that contained, Pat guessed,...
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