'I was far away from home, haunted & tired with travel, in a room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, the creak of the old wood, footsteps upstairs & all the sad sounds. I looked at the cracked high ceiling & really didn't know who I was for about 15 strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger & my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway at the dividing line between the East of my youth & the West of my future.'
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