The chimes of bells wafted over the narrow winding lanes of Aga Sadeque Road, slinking into houses soporific in the mid-afternoon heat. The notes snaked their way to the dark ...
The beauty of being a tyrant, the Tyrant thought, was that he wasn’t subject to Judgment. Still, he wanted to know how he might be judged, were he to be judged, so he hired a distinguished commission of Learned Judges for the task.
