The murderer said he’d killed his father. Now the commander held the candelabra, with the candles still dripping wax, up to the murderer’s face, and somehow he became sober, as though he was delighted that fate had sent him a man that night who was looking for his mother after he’d killed his own father, and who now was standing where the commander himself often stood as a murderer, whether he murdered on orders or of his own free will. And I, who had served an emperor and had often seen the unbelievable come true, I saw this imperial German state murderer, this wholesale murderer with
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