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Most people walked past it. It was located in the narrow crevice between a laundromat and a deli on 5th Street, a sliver of a building that looked like it shouldn't exist according to the laws of physics. But for those who knew—those who were desperate, or curious, or broken—the door was always unlocked.

He looked back at the sliver of a building. He wondered if he should go back and ask for a breath of fear, just to feel like himself again. msinhale

"Then you become part of the decor," she said, pointing to a jar of pale grey mist on the highest shelf. "That used to be a customer who wanted to be a hero. He inhaled too much bravery and exhaled his entire identity. Now he’s just a nice breeze in a jar." Most people walked past it

Elias swallowed hard. He looked at the blue jar. The train station. The rain. Sarah’s face. The way he had choked on his words and let her leave without telling her the truth. That moment had been a stone in his chest for ten years. He looked back at the sliver of a building

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