“ The winter sun, poor ghost of itself, hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud above the huddled roofs of the town. In the gabled streets it was wet and windy and there came in gusts a sort of soft hail, not ice, not snow.
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— The first passage in Thomas Mann’s short story “Tonio Kroger.”
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