My footsteps broke the silence of the pre-dawn hours as I drifted down Bleaker St. Past shop windows, barred against the perils of the night. Up ahead, a neon sign emerged from the fog. The letters glowed red hot In that way I knew so well, branding a message into my mind. A single word, Hotel.
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