Hotel Abaddon -

She slid a brass key across the counter. Room 607. The number was warm, like skin.

The door swung inward into darkness that moved . hotel abaddon

“Welcome to Abaddon,” she said. Her smile was a razor wrapped in velvet. “Checkout is at 11 a.m. … of the year you stop existing.” She slid a brass key across the counter

The vacancy sign flickered once. Then stayed on. hotel abaddon