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"Shit!"
"Damn!"
Zimmer cursed each time he bumped into someone.
The amber haze of cheap scotch had been a mistake. It didn’t numb the terror, it only sharpened it into a jagged, pulsing rhythm behind Zimmer Hans’s eyes. As he stumbled out of the neon-lit pub into the biting January air, the world felt tilted.
He walked with his chin tucked into his collar, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. He kept looking for the black cars, afrai ...
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