the most personal question he had faced on introduction was a request to repeat the odd pair of names with which his extravagantly unconventional mother had saddled him. (Location 232)
A misty radiance, through which stars were struggling to twinkle, filled the night sky beyond the tiny window beside him. (Location 473)
Sometimes the murdered carried messages from their killers like signs forced into their stiff dead hands. (Location 5747)
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