Nehodí sa? Žiadny problém! Tovar môžete vrátiť až do 30 dní
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Až 30 dní na vrátenie tovaru
Mira Kessler catalogues books for a library in Seattle. She lives alone. She does the Sunday crossword. She is thirty-four, unremarkable, and the last person who is going to notice when the world begins to forget itself.
Then the milk stops tasting like anything.
The sky turns the color of a three-day-old bruise. A woman in Vancouver wakes up missing a letter from her own name. Mira's inbox fills with messages from strangers describing impossible things - a husband whose face is no longer his face, cattle that no longer cast shadows, a sister who came back from the dead smelling of lavender.
Mira begins to write things down. On paper. On her arms. On the flyleaves of books in dead men's closets. Anywhere the thing in the periwinkle light cannot find them.
Then she realizes what her writing has been feeding.
Ahoj! Som Libroamiko, tvoj knižný radca.
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