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... is skull the moment his eyes cracked open to the muted light filtering through the bedroom curtains. He rolled over, burying his face into the cold side of the pillow, his bare back drenched lightly in sweat. The scent of scotch still lingered on his breath and the faint taste clung bitterly to his tongue.
"Damn it," he muttered, dragging a hand through his messy dark hair.
The events from last night floated to the surface in fractured, frustrating clarity. He saw her again—Kathe ...
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