The One-Way Lift
The terminal blinked at him like a single unblinking eye. Jack Callahan had found it on a Tuesday, which was unremarkable because Tuesdays in LA were the same as every other day—just slightly less busy, slightly less desperate. The basement of the old Mayflower Studios had been condemned for three years. The walls were covered in peeling murals from the studio's glory days: actresses with...
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