But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. I am shockingly poor. He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. Stanley poured wine. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms.
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