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Chapter 8
Chapter 8 As Romain approached the store he kept looking in every direction, as he did every time he returned in daylight hours, when he could be seen by many passers-by. He took a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and quickly opened the door. Something stuck him from the start. Knowing the order manias of his friend's seeing a series of objects displaced from their usual place caught his attention and glimpsing an overturned chair plugging the entrance of the room he used as a bedroom ended up turning on the alarms of his mind. He took out a small Indian-made revolver he had acquired in one of Yashodar's friends of dubious mercantile activities. With a quick glance the man determined that the place was empty, struck his back to one of the walls of the store and approached the fatefu
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