Jaxon had to stop two flights up. The adrenaline of the moment had burned out. He continued at a walk, with a firm grip on the railing. The stairwell remained eerily quiet. Upon pushing the door open for his floor, it looked pristine and did not smell of smoke. The explosion five floors above had not affected this area at all. Most of those who lived he…
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