Grace Under Fire
ACT I: THE FIRE FALLS The rain in Paris did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine mist that soaked you without ever giving you the satisfaction of feeling wet. Julian Ashworth walked along the Seine with his collar turned up and his hands in his pockets, thinking about nothing, which was the best he could do. Three years. Three years since Carol died, three years since he had packed his...
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