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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