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não-me-toque VI – (en)

They came together, commissar and coroner, with the pockets full of chips and cards. In their car we escaped to the bar of Clear, who ushered us into a corner, served the coffee, left open a bottle of cognac and, … Continue reading

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não-me-toque III – (en)

The battered napkin map showed that I still had to gasp a few more meters to find the treasure. It was impossible to make them. A solemn police looking more as a cowboy than an investigator stepped out with half … Continue reading

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