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Then he heard it again. Not from the machinery shaft this time. From above him. A soft, deliberate . Like a fingernail dragging across the corrugated steel roof of the elevator car.

But Leo was late. His phone battery was dead, his tie was askew, and his prospects for the Acme Corp account were dwindling by the second. The stairs were twelve floors of pure spite. The elevator, however, was right there. The doors were slightly ajar, the interior light a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Then he heard it again

The ascent began with a whimper. A low, harmonic groan of stressed cables. Then, halfway between floors 6 and 7, it happened. his tie was askew