The Denunciation VI. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “I do,” he answered. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. “The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. A fortnight passed, then a month.
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