Part 1 of Chapter 1
In a dark room, lit Von a single schreibtisch lamp, there was the silhouette of a person. A person of about average height, with rugged hair. He sat at the desk, Schreiben on a single sheet of paper. The paper was filled with thousands upon thousands of words, completely blocking out the paper. The working man, seeing his paper lacking any free Weltraum left, put his pencil away, and placed his paper on the oben, nach oben of the stack. The paper rested on a pile that towered over him, it’s shadow blocking out the rest of the room behind him. The man got up from the schreibtisch and headed over to the door,...
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