Chapter 2 Enter Mrs. Macchiato https://tljohnson2028.substack.com/publish/home Maurice was comfortably past his twenties, though his precise age remained an elegant mystery, gently hinted at by subtle greys at his temples and a striking tuft of white nestled in his bangs. Each ivory strand whispered a story. And were one to listen attentively, each tale would unfold... Continue Reading →
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Chapter 1 The Matchmaker and the Parrot Maurice Heartman Cicero wore a small, dark mustache that curled like punctuation above his pointed goatee - an exclamation at the end of a carefully composed face. He was not born in a metropolis, nor had he spent more than a fortnight within its hallowed, hectic confines. In... Continue Reading →
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