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Yarvi goes via much abuse and Threat above the study course of the novel; in chains of bondage, he have to use his head and his wits to outlive and, hopefully, exact his revenge. To overcome her problems, Iris writes letters to her brother and slips them beneath her wardrobe doorway, wherever they vanish—into your fingers of Roman Kitt, her chil