“As you may imagine, as the Virtuous Banker I make enemies, almost by definition. It was a strange evening, cool and bright under the glowing moon. I was alone on the generous balcony of my sixth home, which sits on a hill overlooking my fifth home. I saw the flames.”

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Matt B. Weir, “The Virtuous Banker.” 

Hear more of Matt’s short story this Friday at Bar Thalia!