'No.'
'You are the only man alive to have played Sicinius. The part is solely and wholly yours again.'
Edmund Hoode let out a whoop of joy.
'Thank you, Nick. This puts me in Heaven.'
'Close enough to it.'
'What?'
'Jerusalem.'
The playwright's smile widened into a broad grin.
A spiritual journey had finally come to an end.
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