24 In Prague
As I was leaving my room in Prague’s Metamorphis Hotel the door latched behind me at exactly the same instant the door to the next room clicked shut. Dressed for my morning run in black tights and a solid aqua colored short-sleeved running shirt, I said good morning to the man who had just emerged from the room next to mine and began down the hall. “Excuse me,” he said in lightly accented American English. I stopped to look back at the tall brown-haired man who was turning his key in the lock....
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