Linus led the way onto a constricted wrought-iron staircase at the end of the claustrophobia-inducing black hall.  The ancient structure groaned and tilted under the combined weight of Devin and Linus. 

            “Where are we going?” Devin asked.

            “Outside.  There’s a small balcony.  We’ll be safer outside the house.”

            “Really?  I guess you missed the time I explored the roof.”

            Linus looked back at him.  “The roof?  No, that’s just crazy.  This is a nice, low-elevation balcony.  There’s a lot less...

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