He was a man whose hopes lay in ruin. As a youth he had longed to help usher in a bright new dawn of liberty. What he lived through instead was a firestorm of acrimony, oppression, and bloodshed—so much bloodshed. Crestfallen, a sickly widower, he was slouching toward a threadbare old age. But his greatest work was still to come.
© 2024 Andrew Klavan
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