We none of us wanted a palace: we liked this humming little hell-hole with its atrophied rules and characters, its ogres and mascots. Alan Hollinghurst
The Folding Star
It was 12:36 and I knew I had to bid Stella Adieu and walk southward into the bright sun. I knew that the vampire was going to bed and that the Prince needed to play outside. I just knew.
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