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In the morning, he called Czernin. “Who was Muzcina?”

David, a sound editor by trade, had cleaned up worse. He’d removed mouth clicks from a romance novelist who chewed celery while recording. He’d de-essed a self-help guru whose lisp turned “success” into thucceth . How bad could Muzcina be? devid dejda put- nastoasego muzciny audiokniga

David looked at his reflection in the dark computer screen. His lips were moving. In the morning, he called Czernin

“No,” he whispered.