He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
Sunday, 8 March 2009
Chapter One
On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
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