‘Papabob', he said quietly to himself, sitting in his chair in the room where he'd been for so many years. He'd returned to his small village not far from Stuttgart after a sojourn abroad, and those that knew him said he'd never been the same since that time away. Before, he was an affable man, quick to smile, always cheerful and helpful. They told tales of how he would entertain the kids at the village fete with his jokes and magic tricks. He was once the hero when a band of ruffians had become too rowdy at the local inn, quaffing ale and throwing things around with what began as gay abandon but quickly became much more sinister abandon as they got carried away with themselves. The...
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