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... l’s voice was like a heavy hammer, pounding again and again in the hall that had quieted down. Every piece of paper drifting down seemed to carry a burning temperature, scorching everyone’s gaze.
True and false, virtual and real. Some
were “precision ammunition” provided by Dembele, others were long-collected dirt by the opposition party but lacked the opportunity to be thrown out, now all mixed together, like cluster bombs being hurled out.
“Nonsense! This is slander!” K ...
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