I saty miniaturists.

    Black ctack. I saer seeing tablis cruelly en mercilessly as tried to leave. Later, anot torches and fled.

    t trance of tepped on ttered cups, plates, glasses and bo during turmoil but only illuminated t marks on treables and other debris.

    Stacking long cusop one anots circle of ligiced bodies lying on t one face urned a to t. the second body was moaning, and upon seeing my lamp, made a childlike noise.

    Someone else entered. At first I  o  ed: toryteller.

    trace of blood on  tered, and judging by tled.  back difficult to figure out t one of t rangling  out ongue so  about doing so?

    “Bring tove, t of truck broken coffee grinders, sieves, scales and pieces of broken coffee cups lying in toryteller ures eac, Black ures and aken from me to my face: Yes, of course I’d dra of a sense of fraternity. e could find not t tly shaved head.

    Seeing no one else, ed into t t led aists  ters and bags of coffee stre truggle here as well.

    t t ter storyteller murdered, coupled errifying blackness of nig Black and I closer toget caused treets. Black o me, t to my t.

    “e’re going to your  to searc so I can put my mind at ease.”

    “It’s already been searched.”

    Rato tease  Black’s belief in t me simply prove  much confidence.

    My e tion s and passed ty gardens t bore t of damp and lonely trees as raced a oer Osman and I examined terpieces of ters in treasury.”

    Mucer, nearly screaming, I said,