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265 C Chapter Sixty-four t was past midnight when he arrived. But it was the same hotel and strangely the same hotel room and the same door that he knocked. The rain outside was now a downpour, the heavens finally growing tired of pretending with the drizzling rain and finally showing its true face. Water was dripping from his wet clothes as he stood at the door. He felt numb, like a piece of wood, a log of wood. And his heart was completely calm in his chest and he even felt like he was somewhere else, as if the person standing at the door was just a fictitious version of him and the true him was not there at that door but somewhere else, somewhere far… The door opened before him. And it was the same man at the door, the same perfect looking man with his perfect smile on his face. “You’re wet,” the man said and then turned and walked into the room. A few minutes later he came back with a dry clean and perfectly white towel and handed it to Jude, “You can easily catch a cold in this rain.” Jude wiped his face and followed the man inside the hotel room. The man slowly closed the door. I 266 ...

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