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Half asleep, she sat with a stone in her mouth and listened to the howl of the wind outside the window. The room was lit by only one candle, the second was just fuming to no avail. A black notebook, swollen with indignation, lay at hand, but the nitsiri was frankly afraid to look into it. And what is she supposed to see? Questions, questions, questions...

And her restless heart was not up to her, around which, with each of its measured blows, the rings of suspicion were tightening tighter and tighter, turning into an obsession - to make sure that this scum is dead.

Nitsiri kissed her jewel once more, slipped it into her pocket, and picked up the candle from the floor. The shadows immediately broke from their homes and joyfully jumped around the room, turning this cramped closet into a bizarre kaleidoscope. Closer, closer, closer, to the dead giant, until the light revealed a swollen, petrified face, overgrown with thick hair. The old man was definitely deader than dead. Not a single m
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