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At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
Dark-faced foreigners have flooded the city. They go about rushing through the boulevards, but in the suburbs they already stop to congregate, talk in a strong and loud voice, heavily gesticulating. I…