Mr. Hornaby pursed his lips as he peered down into the seemingly endless darkness of the well. The darkness was so thick and so tangible that Mr. Hornaby was sure it had no bottom. It had been his morbid fascination for the last thirty-five years. The sky was strewn with colors like a painter's canvas and church bells already resounded throughout the city. Birds seemed to scold him from their rest
A Gentleman's Tears
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