The stairs wound upwards like a wound through the building, high and narrow with roughened walls and uneven steel steps. The heels of my shoes…
Never Here, Never There, Neverwhere...
Never Here, Never There, Neverwhere...
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The stairs wound upwards like a wound through the building, high and narrow with roughened walls and uneven steel steps. The heels of my shoes…