Cy shouted from the back of the hall. “‘And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried! You do me wrong and I will not endure it!’” Cy’s melodramatic declaration was followed by absolute and complete silence. Dressed as he was in a relatively normal pullover cotton jacket, with his scarred, bald head tucked under the hood, no one else recognized him, even though several of the more experienced retributionists had run into him on visits to Emerald City. “Angel Baker!” Cy shouted. “You have ruined my life, and now I’m going to ruin yours.” With that simple declaration, he left. The door hadn’t even banged closed behind him when I took off, racing down the main aisle, ignoring the questions and suggestions coming from my confused colleagues. “Don’t you run away!” I shouted after him. “Cy! Get back in here!” I shoved the doors open, stunning the reporters crowded around Brad on the sidewalk. I saw Cy disappear around the corner of the building and tore after him.
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