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... s worn-out couch, staring at the cracked paint on the wall of his rundown apartment.
The light from a single bare bulb flickered above him, casting unsteady shadows over the cluttered room.
The phone on the coffee table buzzed again, vibrating against the scratched surface like a relentless mosquito.
He didn't bother reaching for it. He already knew who it was.
The landlord.
Ethan ran a hand through his unkempt hair, grimacing as the buzz ...
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