Dark souls

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Hearing a thump in the corridor, a man in a wig, sitting in a spacious burgundy armchair, leisurely folded the letter he had read before and hid it in the folds of a spacious dressing gown. He waved reassuringly at a man in a frayed cassock, huddled in another armchair near the fireplace, and clasped his hands on the knee of his leg, which was wrapped in a snow-white stocking and laid on the other. The man in the cassock emerged anxiously from his massive and fat body, but a new wave of the graceful man's hand made him again draw his head into his fat shoulders. Meanwhile, the footsteps were getting closer. And soon the door to the hotly heated room swung open without knocking, and on the threshold appeared a disheveled nun in a black cassock, girded with an ordinary rope.

- Did you hear what happened in Zhevodan? he shouted excitedly, shaking the scribbled paper. “Have you heard of the beast from Gévaudan?” No? Well, then soon all of France will hear about it! What the hell is thi