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The buildings , their windows dark , barely showed against the dark sky . Gunfire flashed without a break and bullets sang in various keys , screeching , whistling , or oddly clacking , as though turning somersaults in the air .
The buildings , their windows dark , barely showed against the dark sky . Gunfire flashed without a break and bullets sang in various keys , screeching , whistling , or oddly clacking , as though turning somersaults in the air .
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Ever since the pompous little man had pushed me into the Hetman's army , he showed me an affection rather like that of the hangman for his victim . He was always inviting me . Interested in this remnant of the Polish gentry washed up in ...
Ever since the pompous little man had pushed me into the Hetman's army , he showed me an affection rather like that of the hangman for his victim . He was always inviting me . Interested in this remnant of the Polish gentry washed up in ...
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Welded fast to the porous yellow stone were many small seashells , the gorse had still a few blossoms left , sitting on straight , stiff twigs like drenched , bedraggled butterflies waiting patiently for the sun - but it seldom showed ...
Welded fast to the porous yellow stone were many small seashells , the gorse had still a few blossoms left , sitting on straight , stiff twigs like drenched , bedraggled butterflies waiting patiently for the sun - but it seldom showed ...
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Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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