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Page 48
... light that made it look like a morgue . I watched , hypnotised , wondering why the light was so dim . Obviously the feeble current was dragging itself along rusty wires , struggling with ancient connections and dusty knots of insulating ...
... light that made it look like a morgue . I watched , hypnotised , wondering why the light was so dim . Obviously the feeble current was dragging itself along rusty wires , struggling with ancient connections and dusty knots of insulating ...
Page 49
... light suddenly coming on . It was an omen , a warning . I was not alone in this . Odessa secretly panicked . The light meant trouble . What kind of trouble ? Torelli gave me a hint . He knocked and came in , pale , wild eyed , a woman's ...
... light suddenly coming on . It was an omen , a warning . I was not alone in this . Odessa secretly panicked . The light meant trouble . What kind of trouble ? Torelli gave me a hint . He knocked and came in , pale , wild eyed , a woman's ...
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... light which shone on the horizon every night . It was a star low over the sea . It watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone ...
... light which shone on the horizon every night . It was a star low over the sea . It watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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