Soft clear moonlight distorted the ladders snaking up the walls
as far as she dared look up. Slivers of rickety shelving held stone pillows,
crackling blankets, and crusty sheets. Every toe lightly placed on every rung
unleashed a new orchestra of creeks that resonated centimeters away from the
sleeper. Maybe she should just go back up? Like last night. And the night
before that. But no, nearly there now. Cold stone finally met stiff feet. She
glanced back. Whether she made it or not, she wasn’t going meet the morning
with these bodies.
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