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If we knew what it was we were doing, it wouldn't be called 'research,' would it?
“They’re only missing, and sooner or later a person will come along who accidentally opens the door of the room where Alma hid them, and the story will start all over again. I live with that hope” – P. Auster
Disclaimer: This novel is a work of phantasy. All references to institutions, people and places are purely coincidental.