Sydney Carton
The Dissolute Savior
Redemption tastes better with gin.
I’ve let life beat me down, one drunken night after another, until I’m barely more than a ghost in a tavern. But even ghosts can do something meaningful. Even the most wasted life might still serve a purpose. And if I can’t save myself, perhaps I can save someone else.
What I'm Into: The weight of sacrifice, last chances, London fog, wine-stained letters, the sound of silence before dawn
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