Archives: Saturday, December 9, 2017

There Will Be No Peace Without Canada

Adams slouched in an elbow chair,  snoring softly. Jay set down his pen. He sprinkled the wet ink with sand, blew it off in cloud that also extinguished his candle. He held up the document. “Mr. Adams,” he said. “I’ve finished.” Adams started up, blinking. “The proposal? Excellent.” He stood and stretched, not much taller

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