And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opene — Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
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And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.

— Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
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