Tuesday Fiction: “LAPINS” by Michael Haulica

LAPINS By Michael Haulica Translated by Adriana Mosoiu   It was one of the most select restaurants of Time. Beyond Knot Pitt, marked on any chronotopic map of the Tourism Special Offices, one could enter a huge Gothic hallway with walls in massive rock having icy colours that iterative reverberated the chords of the famous... Continue Reading →

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