Aggravated, the restless man frowned , averting his eyes to look outside the bathroom door as another drop of sweat trailed down his face.
Beyond this open door, his apartment was a sober mixture of shadows. It had still been daylight when he arrived, intent on taking a shower, changing clothes, maybe reviewing some paperwork, then leaving for his scheduled appointment.
But now the room outside the bathroom was shrouded by a darkness so absolute, only the persistent cry of a ringing phone disturbed it.
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