Chapter 8
Yet, for some reason, I continued to sit there, in the stillness of that dreamy room. I looked around, at the enormous desk, the shelves of files and books that sat against the far wall. For the first time I noticed there was a small dresser against the wall behind the door. I looked at this, and then at the cot which lay against the wall. I remembered the man saying he had few needs in life. Something about what I now saw, something in what I had heard in the letter he had read, something in the man himself, struck my heart then a sharp blow. I got to my feet and left that room, closing the door behind me.
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