On a dark and snowy night, a stranger walks into the small town of Iping. He rents a room at the Coach and Horses, promptly fills it with flasks, books, and scribblings, and firmly shuts the curtains. He asks to be left alone and brusquely dismisses any attempt at small talk. Most mysteriously, his features are always wrapped in bandages and his eyes ob…
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