Not Supposed To Be There
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He stopped and stared. The ladder looked old — the kind you’d find bolted to the side of a building or a water tower. Moss clung to the lower rungs, and the metal had turned a deep orange-brown from years of rust. It stood at an angle, leaning slightly, with about four rungs visible above the waterline. The rest disappeared beneath the dark surface.
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