Now the Writer watched the man weep, after losing everything he had and everything he cared for. Watched. Listened. Smiled.
And wrote.
The Writer was virtual-world famous. His story about the rise and fall of the Man was holding thousands of readers in its enthralling grip. With a gentle laugh, marveling over his plot and his way with words, the Writer wrote about the man who was weeping, the man who lost everything.
Misery is always a great crowd-puller, yeah.
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