To the audience it may have seemed like Arthur Dodd was watching angels—at least that’s how his mother used to describe Arthur’s long preoccupations staring at things no one else could see. But that was sixty years ago, when he was a child and such imaginative explanations were necessary. Now he was simply old, and [...]
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