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Renji kept his pace to a fast walk, one hand still lightly against the wall as he headed for his room. He counted doorways; that would tell him which one was his, though he could have done just as well counting his paces, too.
He hated how goddamned dark it was in this place at night. Among all the other things he hated about this place.
The ninth doorway was his. He went right in.