أدب الجريمة
I came out of Penthouse Prison on a certain Monday morning in May. Let there be no misunderstanding about it; I came out by way of the roof. And the time was four in the morning; I heard the big clock over the entrance gates chime in a dull, heavy, sleepy fashion as I lay crouched on the roof under shadow of the big tower at the north end, and looked about me...
© 2017 Jovian Press (undefined): 9781537821993
undefined: 28 ديسمبر 2017
أدب الجريمة
I came out of Penthouse Prison on a certain Monday morning in May. Let there be no misunderstanding about it; I came out by way of the roof. And the time was four in the morning; I heard the big clock over the entrance gates chime in a dull, heavy, sleepy fashion as I lay crouched on the roof under shadow of the big tower at the north end, and looked about me...
© 2017 Jovian Press (undefined): 9781537821993
undefined: 28 ديسمبر 2017
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