The mayor shivered uncontrollably in his chair for hours after Cain and Duke had left. He felt debilitating spasms running through his whole body. He had turned out the lights to sit in the dark and wait for them to pass, but they had not yet. His secretary had even left, so he knew it was getting extremely late.
He overcame his shaking and got up. Within his main safe which was hidden under the rug was a small metal box which was supposedly unbreakable. With a key he kept in his sock at all times, the only copy which existed, he opened the supposedly tamper proof lock.
The mayor had been unable to bring himself to destroy the paper, although that was the only way he had felt he would be safe from it. Perversity, perhaps, had forced him to keep a copy. He had buried it as deeply and darkly as he knew how. Now it didn't matter. Somehow that man Cain had gotten a copy of it and somehow, even more inexplicably, he had managed to link it to the mayor's office.
He took it out of the metal box now and looked at it. He wiped the dust away from it. Then he sat down and read every word, remembering with a pang that he had written it.
"Manuscripts don't burn"
- Mikhail Bulgakov
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