Wild Houses
consorting with those who, too, cultivated self-eradication.
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He smelled of chard and metal,
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None the less, Wilder welcomed and understood the night—only in the darkness could one become sufficiently obsessive, deliberately play on all one’s repressed instincts. He welcomed this forced conscription of the deviant strains in his character. Happily, this free and degenerate behaviour became easier the higher he moved up the building, as if e
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