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ОглавлениеCHAPTER FIVE
It was hardly a five-star hotel.
The bedspread was frayed, the walls dirty and in need of paint, and the shag carpet, which had to have been at least thirty years old, was full of holes and unrecognizable stains. The whole room smelled of stale urine, and the box spring and mattress were both roughly an inch too large for the bed frame.
