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Cinq.
Midnight in a well-lit room ( Read more... ) -
Trois.
Silence ( Read more... ) -
Deux.
Summer nights were getting longer when Vincent called in his debt ( Read more... ) -
Washing my hands.
When the message reached me that Nicolas de Lenfent was about to die a secret part of me rejoiced ( Read more... ) -
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969.
I suppose you remember Night Island, Armand's vast, modern complex off the coast of Florida ( Read more... )