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![The Twilight of the Souls by Louis Couperus](https://558130.bdp32.group/rails/active_storage/representations/redirect/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaHBCR0hCcUFRPSIsImV4cCI6bnVsbCwicHVyIjoiYmxvYl9pZCJ9fQ==--0945d0743745d54142db05d27ca0551f80e36358/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaDdCem9MWm05eWJXRjBTU0lJYW5CbkJqb0dSVlE2RkhKbGMybDZaVjkwYjE5c2FXMXBkRnNIYVFJc0FXa0M5QUU9IiwiZXhwIjpudWxsLCJwdXIiOiJ2YXJpYXRpb24ifX0=--038335c90cf75c275ae4d36968ac417dc4a0a3e3/The%20Best%20Works%20of%20Louis%20Couperus%20(Best%20Works%20Include%20Dr.%20Adriaan,%20Footsteps%20of%20Fate,%20Majesty,%20Small%20Souls,%20The%20Hidden%20Force,%20The%20Twilight%20of%20the%20Souls).jpg)
126 pages • first pub 2015 (editions)
ISBN/UID: 9781499339802
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication date: 12 May 2014
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When Gerrit woke that morning, his head felt misty and tired, as though weighed down by a mountain landscape, by a whole stack of mist-mountains that bore heavily upon his brain. His eyes remained closed; and, though he was waking, his nightmare s...
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126 pages • first pub 2015 (editions)
ISBN/UID: 9781499339802
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication date: 12 May 2014
Description
When Gerrit woke that morning, his head felt misty and tired, as though weighed down by a mountain landscape, by a whole stack of mist-mountains that bore heavily upon his brain. His eyes remained closed; and, though he was waking, his nightmare s...