The solar, from which firelight had shone and then waned during the night, was empty and cold as ash. I can accept that without wanting forgiveness for it—not even from God. Eventually he went back to Stefan's flat, stepping directly through the Crystal Ring into the brilliance of the drawing room. But whose is it? Mine, of course.
His face had receded like a lamp bobbing on water as Karl drove away, but the words followed The whole landscape slanted and her head whirled with vertigo. She stared at him, thinking, Does he believe that? How could you have killed so many without being discovered? I thought you might be cold, he said.
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