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Bezel

Fire Escape from Death Mountain!

“I just didn’t expect it to be a fire escape exactly,” mutters Bezel. “More an escape from a fire. Like on snowboards.”

“I can’t snowboard.” Antony follows down the rusty metal stairs. A few people are using the fire escape as a makeshift balcony, grilling out, watering window boxes.

“Also, the mountain is misnamed,” Bezel says.

“You think so?” inhales an aging woman in her bathrobe, outside on a smoke break.

“Yes,” says Bezel. “Where’s the death?”

The old lady points a shaking cigarette at him. “These things,” she says hollowly, “are going to kill me.”

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