And Then There Was None
When they woke up that morning, everybody knew it was too late. The idea had hit them sometime during the night with the cold certainty of a clear ice shard. It was now settled deeply within themselves, hidden somewhere in the everlasting depths of their minds. There would not be another stainless...
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Caliban
2022
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| Online adgang: | Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM |
| Summary: | When they woke up that morning, everybody knew it was too late. The idea had hit them sometime during the night with the cold certainty of a clear ice shard. It was now settled deeply within themselves, hidden somewhere in the everlasting depths of their minds. There would not be another stainless dawn, nor would there ever be an untainted dusk. Hope, once an option, a strong desire for a betterment of some kind, was barren and barred to all. It was too late. The difficulty was to accept it,... |
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