The letterbox of the apartment was located on the negative-first floor of the apartment complex,
which was why it took Seph weeks to find it, and why he had eventually succumbed to knocking on the door of a neighbor to ask about it.
"It's...on the negative-first floor," the neighbor said, and his eyes narrowed all over. Seph had the distinct feeling that he was being looked at and through, searched for any possible weapons.
"I...I see," Seph said, and only just managed to step back to avoid the door closing on his nose.
He sought the stairwell and walked down to the first floor, and then further, through a door that he assumed led to a cleaning closet of some sort but in fact led to the negative-first floor, which turned out really to be an enormous tunnel of sorts, expanding left and right, a tube lined with opalite wires as thick as Seph's waist bolted in braids to the sides and ceiling of the place. They glowed a harsh rose-orange and Seph squinted and made his way to a large, gridded wall, up until he saw a faint flickering that read No. 38.
The font glittered like lymantri speech on an old, glass-like panel which was cracked but otherwise seamless. The whole thing hummed.
This was the letterbox? How in all Low was there mail in it?
"It's...on the negative-first floor," the neighbor said, and his eyes narrowed all over. Seph had the distinct feeling that he was being looked at and through, searched for any possible weapons.
"I...I see," Seph said, and only just managed to step back to avoid the door closing on his nose.
He sought the stairwell and walked down to the first floor, and then further, through a door that he assumed led to a cleaning closet of some sort but in fact led to the negative-first floor, which turned out really to be an enormous tunnel of sorts, expanding left and right, a tube lined with opalite wires as thick as Seph's waist bolted in braids to the sides and ceiling of the place. They glowed a harsh rose-orange and Seph squinted and made his way to a large, gridded wall, up until he saw a faint flickering that read No. 38.
The font glittered like lymantri speech on an old, glass-like panel which was cracked but otherwise seamless. The whole thing hummed.
This was the letterbox? How in all Low was there mail in it?
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