"There ü not at all immortal existence. This is a gift. "The Master of the M ü klopte select the table. Protested r not. Anyway he was not he himself, he was already dead, right? Silence did not cost anything.
The man was holding a candle in his hand. He looked at him in silence, then stuck out his chin and said, "I am the master of the storyteller. You can stay with me and hear everything I need one. You like it? "
" I do, "he heard his answer. His voice sounded strange when she was not even him.
"And what shall I tell you? The story-or anything else? "Asked the master.
"The other also." He said.
The man smiled, then they throw up their hands.
said "Welcome to ü ck ', the master," Wolf Larsen. "
Why "back"?
The Wolf did not, but he did not ask.
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