The Wistful Throne
Act I Who was the man who held the silver? Marcel Hubert stood in the unemployment office, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sick note that vibrated in his molars. It was Monday, the day the line stretched out like a queue for the plague, and the air smelled of damp wool and stale coffee. He was forty-two, a line cook who owned the kitchen but worked the pass because his pension was frozen,...
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