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... stairs to the third-floor apartment. The old narrow stairwell smelled faintly of damp concrete and someone’s burnt dinner from a few floors down.
The metal railing wobbled when touched, and Micah eyed it warily as he followed behind Darcy, clutching the plastic bag tightly.
Once inside, Darcy kicked off his shoes and carried the heavier bags straight into the kitchen, already unpacking. His movements were quick and efficient, like someone used to doing everything around the hous ...
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