The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. M — Steen Langstrup, Metro
The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. M — Steen Langstrup, Metro
The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. M — Steen Langstrup, Metro
The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. M — Steen Langstrup, Metro
The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. M — Steen Langstrup, Metro
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The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. My doppelganger. My mirrored doppelganger.”William Wilson in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup.

— Steen Langstrup, Metro
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