More than once they were obliged to step out into refuse-filled corridors, negotiate iron ladders, cross dangerous catwalks not visible from the streets, only to reboard the fiendish conveyance at another of its stops, at times traveling not even vertically, until at last reaching a floor with a room somehow cantilevered out in the wind, autumnal today and unremitting, off Lake Michigan.
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Narrow is the way, and rickety and twisty and dangerous and inconceivable and impossible, which leadeth unto life in a precarious apartment buffeted by strong winds, and few there be that find it without Hershel's help.
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