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When I came to the Nowhere Hotel to Heel, I tell you this now, so that you better understand my reason for being in my current predicament,

a sight and circumstance so maddening that I simply must confess it to someone else while there's still time.

I'm writing, alone, shut away in my room, my lounge chair, thrust precariously under the door handle in this dead place with these tangled

ghost halls laid all around me like webs, meandering and winding through the dread heart of the

structure.

I am alone, I'm afraid, and worse, I fear I'm beginning to lose my mind.

If nothing else, this letter, signed as quickly as I can transcribe it, will serve as a warning, a final heed and last

wish.

If you find this, please trust my sincerity.

Stay away from the Nowhere Hotel.

If I recreate this story of the origin, it began as far as I can collect from a gentle conversation with one of my oldest friends and colleagues and Mr. Henry Dubois, a worldwide literature professor, nearly 20 years my senior.

We sat together on a gloomy Friday afternoon by the

fading brick ledge outside my office at the University of Washington. I told him

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