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... sit in my chair, back straight, hands resting on the arms like I’m still some kind of king. The fire cracks in front of me, but I barely feel its warmth. The flicker glints off the untouched scotch in my glass. It’s been sitting there too long. I haven’t touched it.
The clock ticks behind me. Soft. Precise. Almost smug.
Something’s wrong.
Even the fire sounds cautious. Like it doesn’t want to be noticed.
I reach for the drawer. Slow. My hand is steady, but my gut ...
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