James had made his way back to his farmhouse on foot. The November air nipped at his bare nose, the mask by his side in his hand as he took a deep cold breath. The burning in his lungs was a refreshing feeling. “D*mn that servant…” he spoke off handedly under his breath.

“D*mn that party too… D*mn it all… And d*mn him…” he said as he finally got to his temporary home. Walking into the warmer interior, he shed off his overcoat and vest, leaving a trail of clothes ...