Chapter 21
It had been two weeks since Astral and I had managed to sneak into my apartment to gather a few essentials. I was able to pack a light knapsack with a second pair of leggings, two more shirts, a few toiletries, and was even able to retrieve the orb from its hiding spot in the crawl space above my attic. I nearly didn’t make it back out when I heard keys in the front door. Barely able to breathe, I had gone out the kitchen door to the balcony and climbed down to the second-floor balcony. I took a moment to catch my breath, crouched under a rickety old outdoor dining table with a mesh top. I could only hope the occupants of the apartment hadn’t seen me. They could be heard through the open window, dishes were clinking, and two women were chatting. The doorbell rang. “s**t,” I thought. I have
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