Narrator's view.... His dusty, misty eyes slid mournfully over the young man on his right; an unspoken word on the slightly parted lips. They wanted to flood the entire room with penetrating persistence and echo back from the high walls with a crushing effect, so that the silence that had settled in would shatter into thousands and thousands of pieces like a fragile vase. But the words refused to come out of his lips, his voice was cursed. He couldn't talk, just watch.He sighed in a vacuum. His jet-black coat fluttered open, but the wind wasn't there, avoiding him. A reproach in the old eyes, bitter disappointment. Black enveloped him. The rays of the sun flooded the whole hall, but dared not touch it. They would lose their warmth, disappear through his night-black coat into eternal nothing.No shadow, he had no shadow. .............Annoyed Blake crossed both arms behind his head and stared at the dirty ceiling o
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