Tomorrow May Already Be Too Late
“Mortimer, tell them to leave!
They’re trespassing!”
Chapter 33 — Play
I opened the top desk drawer, took out a small remote, and pressed the center button.
Behind me the wooden art panel slid back, revealing a mounted screen.
I pressed play.
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