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There was no time to think about it. Wilmarth did not want to spend the night in town, although neighbours and good acquaintances suggested it. But he could not go to his brother's house either – he did not have enough money. So there was only one way out: the Lang Inn. After collecting what was left of his possessions (namely, the documents he had kept in the safe and a couple of books with burned spines), and taking a shabby shotgun from a neighbour, the young man gathered his will and headed for the outskirts of town. Taking a shabby shotgun from a neighbour, the young man gathered his will and headed for the outskirts of town.

Yes, anything could happen, but he had to survive the night.

Chapter 2

Wilmarth sat on the windowsill, gazing up into the night sky. In his right hand he held a shotgun, in his left a glass of cheap whiskey from Lang's bar. The room was silent, only the ticking of the clock on the wall challenged its authority. There was shouting from downstairs – the young couple couldn't decide who would sleep against the wall and who would sleep on the edge of the bed.