The Surrogate
The old man was dying. Shivering, rug-wrapped, his body wasted, the limbs already skeletal. His room was filled with the sweetly nauseating smell of decay. Money he had had, ambition, power, intelligence and an icy determination. Always others had been bent to his will. Now these things would no longer serve. But one thing more he had. Hate.
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