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From the Book of Doom

I met her in front of the old church. It was an anonymous autumn day. People walked fast, hidden in their coats. “Here,” she said. She took a book out of her handbag. It looked lost and weary, the edges … Continue reading

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Nightfall in Elblag

They were three archangels. None of them knew. They never had an idea this had happened. It was impossible for them to know. The first archangel arrived in a small wooden boat. He was Ärkeängler Mikü. A steady wind, that people … Continue reading

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From The Book of Doom

In the diary of her great-grandmother she read what happened on this very day, one hundred years ago. “10 October 1916. I heard him walk down the stairs at eleven o’clock this morning. He had coughed all night. I fear … Continue reading

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From The Book of Doom

“Everytime she walked through that street she had to cry. Then, in the evening she read the obituary notices. The next day she would attend a funeral, dressed in a black fur coat, her face frozen behind big sunglasses.”

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The Złoty Machine

The next morning the bird hadn’t died. A new sound accompanied its happy whistles. It sounded like an excited herald running up the wooden stairs, while taking two, three steps at once. There was no-one to knock on the door. … Continue reading

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