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Chapter 82

The typical Kafka, the required Borges, and the point-producing Musil were all present on the bookshelves. A modest balcony beckoned just beyond. Madeleine left the room.

Rain had stopped. There was no moonlight, just a sickening purple glow from the streetlights. A broken kitchen chair was pla...

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