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The novel feels so rooted in Prague's legends and Meyrink's personal interests. I wonder what inspired his depiction of the city and its legends?

The dream-like sequences and hallucinations added a layer of unease that stayed with me. Was that the intended effect or did it make the story harder to follow?

The blurred lines between reality and hallucination made me question what defines a person. Did others see this as a commentary on self-perception?