![]() ![]() Morris looked up only to see that the other side of his dreary living room was completely dark. “Morris.” He heard a woman’s voice call out softly. ![]() Morris had not shed a single tear for his family he was simply a husk, optimistic that his time to join them would come soon. His last-surviving son was outside, feebly attempting to clean up debris left behind by the riot. The night after his family was killed in the streets Morris sat in his armchair and stared down at the rotting wood floor of his rather empty hovel, his expression vacant. ![]()
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