Rousse’s honour and shame

Impressive, or a lack of imagination? They’d named the new wing after me! I first noticed when I looked for the time on one of the branded clocks. What a shame then that I would die from starvation in a stairwell/lift-shaft, all because I got stuck in my attempt to walk down to the floor below my translating/proof-reading colleagues.

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