Clara used the keycard from the front desk, unlocked the door, and walked inside. The air in the room had a bite to it, sending a chill straight down her spine. A quick glance at the window opposing the door revealed it was open.
Whereas the rest of the room was nondescript, fitting for any nameless hotel one would come across. Admittedly she did like the bare brick exterior walls, and the shower in the bathroom was spacious… I can let my wings hang out…
“Not exactly the Ritz,” Clara mumbled.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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