The Blue Fingers
The studio was in the basement of a building on Avenue B that Will had walked past a hundred times without noticing. It had no sign. The door was painted the same dull gray as the stairwell, and the window at the top of the stairs was covered with a sheet of frosted plexiglass. Will only found it because he was lost. He had been walking for two hours after Sarah's funeral. Two hours through...
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