As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. ‘It is in no way your affair, monsieur, and you will unhand me at once. ‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage.
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