This is a great story by Blaze McRob for your enjoyment.
It doesn’t matter how long he stands before the window staring down at the streets below. They always show the filth and decadence this city is noted for. This is a place of evil, yet no different from any other city on this disgusting, spinning rock. Humanity exists, if one wishes to call this totality of debauchery by such a term, at a base level. No more; no less.
Selchor twirls his cane on the carpet under his feet, moving it back and forth between both hands. “Guess I should stop my pessimism from destroying my hope for those who do manage to overcome the odds,” he thinks. “After all, I had enough expectations for some people that I chose to return and give a little help to those needing it.
“Of course, there are the others.”
A smile crosses his lips now. Why should he lighten up over…
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Mari Wells 
Thank you very much for re-blogging my little story, Mari. 😀
Blaze