Airless

airlessThe windows were drowned in clotted, greasy paint. The scarred wooden doors were swollen from humidity and wedged tight into their jambs.  Metal vents in the floor were clogged with some unholy mixture of paper mache and rancid cooking fat. The room seethed with light and heat from old style high wattage incandescent bulbs screwed into wire cages at the ends of thick and grimy orange power cords. Breathing drew dust and solvent into the lungs, along with just enough oxygen to stay awake.

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