The cheque arrived by private courier who wore a greatcoat of
fine-spun silver and bent so low from the waist I worried he might
not stand back up but he stood me a stout and more in a pub of some
repute just up from where I sit with a quill and write missives that
will come to you by way of the silvery man who delivered my future
in a spackled envelope made by hand in Amalfi.
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