The hallway looked as if it belonged in an old school building. It had granite floors, high ceilings, and lights hung from the ceilings by solid looking poles. Heavy wooden doors identified by number and topped by transoms—all of which were open for the circulation of air—greeted Eric at regular intervals as he slowly walked down the hallway. A few doors along the way were open. Eric was dimly aware that behind the doors were not classrooms. Rather, they were bedrooms containing one or sometimes two beds.
Eric didn’t notice anyone in the rooms, because the figure at the end of the hall drew his attention. The little girl stood by the last door on the right side. The door was ajar, and Eric thought she was inviting him to enter. When he almost reached her, she turned and walked into the room. Eric quickly followed.
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