Comrade Koba
Robert Littell
"Here goes nothing: It’s me, Leon."
"The eerie ululation of coyotes on the hunt issued from the farther end of the canyon, and a scrim of cloud diminished the moon, so that the silvered yard grew tarnished."
"Two days later, the kid comes back. Since the day has brightened up after a rainy start, Cal and his desk are back out in the garden."
"He found himself in a clearing beside a thicket of chestnut trees."
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