Dance, dance, dance
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... And here I finally realized: Around me - a pitch darkness. Not a rayon of light. The door of the elevator was still silent with his back, and this darkness became black as bituminous varnish. I did not even distinguish my own hands. Music also disappeared. In the town of the air, it snaffle some kind of thickened. And in this pitch darkness I stood, not breathing, completely alone
Author:
Author:Murakami H.
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
Paper:
Paper:White
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-699-32007-3
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