CHAPTER 83

“If during the day people, and at night the rest, then at dusk the City will restore order!” he thought quickly, trying to find a hidden door under the curtains.

Teresa looked at him with mockery and a touch of pity. The witch was not afraid of retribution for her words or actions. She felt a strange certainty that she was right. And something stronger than the fear of death. Finally, the Chapter Brother's hands found a groove. The wall under the palms moved. Exit found.

“Remember, Eric,” he flew in after him, when he had already left the witch’s abode, “it is in hatred that we create from time to time what destroys us!”

The witch's words didn't want to leave her head. As if there were not enough vague thoughts before. Eric ran to the meeting point at the old cinema, knowing in advance that he was late for a long time. He spent a lot more time with Teresa than he thought. Either the magic of the witch herself, or her drink, or the conversation that bites into the heart like a drill, s
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