" The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He savored the last solo, the coda. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. . Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. Come along, master. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt.
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