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Egholm and his God

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Sivert stands leaning his elbows on the window ledge, digging all ten fingers into his curly hair, and looking down at the muddy court below.
Not a soul.
He looks at the wet roofs, and the raindrops splashing tiny rings in the water all along the gutter.

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