The Wistful Show
It is not wisdom, Mayor Aldous, it is pride." I said it before I could stop myself. The words hung in the air, sharp and brittle, cutting through the heavy scent of mildew and old paper that permeated the study. He sat in the leather chair, a figure diminished by the bulk of the room, his face a map of grey lines and hollows. He did not answer. He simply turned his head to the side and spat...
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