Winter came at the manor. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. “No, John, you won’t understand. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering.
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