If only I could tell you the things I’ve seen and heard within these walls.  Tales told of riches, plots of murder, bids for power, my favorite being from a girl who was in search of her friend who had been abducted by her enemies.  Oh, the stories I’ve heard.  None of which needed my concern.  I was only there to do my job.  Nothing more than a simple service.  For I was just a waiter.  “Sir?”  Looking up from the glass in my hand, I eyed him.  An elderly gentleman, one I haven’t seen in here before.  Since I moved to this godforsaken place, I gave up on attempts to understand my neighbors.  Everyone here is the same, but on different levels.  Everyone is a criminal.  This man, however, was a criminal of a distinct nature, one that...

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