Chapter 6 · free to read
By morning the ending his father had promised was already under glass.
Dark wood and one window, and a room where the decision had been made before either of them was let in.
Printed, glossy, and already trimmed to size. Nobody prints a programme they intend to argue about.
He found the one person who could open the stage door — the last person he wanted to ask.
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