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The indicator light sped to the top of the tall column of studs, the elevator whooshed to a stop, the door opened and Phil stumbled out into a tiny foyer with carpeting like a gray lawn.
A wall -- this one was female, a regular charmer -- murmured, "Good evening. You have an appointment?"