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... nside and let out a heavy sigh.
His apartment was... well, calling it an apartment was generous.
It was small, cramped, and depressingly empty.
The walls were bare concrete, the lighting was dim, and the only furniture in the entire room was a single wooden bed, a rickety desk, and a tiny closet that looked like it would collapse if he breathed too hard.
The air inside was stale, carrying the faint scent of cheap detergent and whatever leftovers the neighbors had ...
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