Tenant Number 88
Sensitive Content
This entry contains material that some people may find disturbing.Some sort of strange, humid day. . . . Some sort of day with a ragged sun and low, dark clouds, like threads of smoke, already happened once before in the past: in distant years long ago, when our present-day Marcus Krul was still a boy.
Now he stands in the middle of the yard before the dark, gray house with its three wings, which he inherited…
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