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... out through the glass doors.
The stairwell was cooler than the apartment had been, the scent of fresh paint fading into faint echoes of detergent and someone’s dinner.
Luca followed the agent down, their footsteps out of rhythm, like they belonged to different songs.
"You’re really picky, you know that?" the agent said, pocketing the keys with a weary sigh. "Most students would’ve signed the first one and called it a day."
Luca laughed under his breath, adjusting ...
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