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Portrait of a TyrantPortrait of a Tyrant
The door opened and a pair of legs stomped into the room. Both feet were encased in boots made from leather, frequent polishing turned those feet into dark mirrors reflecting the faces that had reverently focussed upon the toecaps as protocol forbade looking directly into the boots owner commanded otherwise. "Leave us", said the owner instead. There was much scraping of chairs and shuffling of paper as a half dozen minor functionaries, two guards a Stenographer and three secretaries all male, and all wearing tan shirts more reminiscent of military uniforms, and all had a matching black armband warn above the elbow on the
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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