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Dr. Richards took me back inside the building and to the elevator. This time, it felt as though we traveled downward for a long while, although without a digital indicator to count off the floors or the little bing that informed an elevator’s occupants each time it passed a floor, I honestly couldn’t tell how many stories we’d descended. Farther than the floor where my suite was located, farther than the level where I’d gone to the examination room to have my blood drawn, telling me that wherever we were going, it was pretty deep underground.
I’d been expecting another industrial-looking hallway, but instead the elevator opened onto a reception area of some sort, although no one was sitting at the large metal and glass desk placed off to one side. Immediately in front of us was a set o
