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In Kafka’s Hotel

Outside, footsteps in the corridor grow nearer then pass, only to stop and knock on a door further down followed by voices, sobs and muffled sounds wheeled off into a silence until sometime hence when footsteps again will tread the floor and there will be a knock on a door.

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