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Chapter 109: The Doorway

作者: Sparkee
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The man looked at him.

He said: "You're Leonard."

It was not a question. It had the quality of a confirmation, of someone who had been given a description and was matching the description to what was in front of them and was confirming the match. He said it in a voice that Leonard had also heard before, not the voice itself, not the particular timbre, but the quality of it, the specific register of control, the way of a person who had learned to keep their voice in the same room as their compos
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