Io e questo signore siamo gemelli separati alla nascita. Mi sono letteralmente persa nel suo blog, e il naufragar m’è dolce ecc. ecc.

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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated




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