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... it was by the frequency and force of the knocks.
“Coming, coming.” He opened the door, and a slim figure slipped in from outside.
The visitor took off the hood of the cloak, revealing grayish-white hair. However, beneath the hair was a face still retaining traces of youth, looking to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with eyes full of spirit and cunning, though a reddish nose added a somewhat comical touch.
He raised his hand in greeting, “Hey, Liszt, the big fella ...
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