An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

you’ve dealt with,” he said.

His voice was very quiet. It carried the particular authority of a voice that does not need to raise itself, because it has spent thirty years being heard in very loud places.

The one on the boards made it to his knees, one hand on the planking, grimacing. He looked up at Viktor with an expression Viktor recognized well because continue reading …