Elm Underbridge sat in his tavern room papers left about in a piles of ebony and dirtied white.He had the opportunity of a life time, a juicy mouse snapped up into that jaws of a vicious predator.Yet he toiled tirelessly the fear of an opportunity wasted casting boundless shadows of grey and black over the deepest corners of his mind. A trap set, should he wait for his just rewards or let slip those wolves so great and watch as his prey was torn limb from limb.Yet he toiled on a man possessed, this town does not rest for any man much less for an alley cat.First very short story, tell me what you think.Also there is no way to read to deeply into this.
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