The Breach of Promise Affair - Ch. 11

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Illya stood at the top of a stairwell, narrow and utilitarian. Hoping to jam the door, he pulled on the aluminum handrail, but it remained firmly anchored to the wall.

“Come on,” Faustina urged from several steps below him.

With a frown of regret, he abandoned the door and hurried after her. Their racing feet beat a steady tattoo down the stairs. “Where does this lead?”

“The Underground.”

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