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The lobby of Motel Elysium reeked of stale cigarettes and desperation. The man behind the counter, with skin as pale as the moon and eyes that seemed to flicker with a hidden flame, handed me my key with a grin that hinted at knowing far more than he should. Room 9, he said, his voice a whisper that carried an unspoken warning.
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