The Golem of Paris
Серия: Detective Jacob Lev, книга 2
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The patient will wake up.”
The Russian’s voice is soft and careful, handling the words in Czech like an unfamiliar weapon.
She has taught herself deafness. How else to sleep in this deranged place, its nights clotted with moans and prayers to a God that does not exist, cannot exist, for the State has declared him dead.
The State is correct.
Proof of God’s death is all around her.
Senseless, trying to hide. She cowers just the same as the Russian kneels to unlock her cage, his greatcoat opening like a pair of dark wings. The cell door stands ajar, admitting a sickly fan of light from the grease-smeared bulb that smolders in the corridor.
“The patient will stand, please.”
She will be punished. Her cellmates want none of it. Fat Irena pretends to snore, blowing white balloons. Olga’s fingers are knotted in the hollow of her belly.
The fourth bed is empty.
“Little bird,” the Russian says. “Do not make me ask again.”
