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"It's a novel," Maik sighed. "By a German author. Translated. It's not a prophecy."
"What?"
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Maik looked up. Fifty meters ahead, the narrow road curved sharply around an old brick pumping station. Beyond it, the landscape changed. The geometric tulip fields gave way to a scraggly forest of poplars and a rusty sign: Geen toegang – Privéterrein . "It's a novel," Maik sighed