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... ed to spin slightly above him.
’I’m home,’ he thought, letting out a small groan.
His mouth was dry, his throat sore, and his stomach rolled with the aftertaste of last night’s drinks.
After the council cut the cake, the celebration had dragged on into endless rounds of wine and strong liquor, each toast more insistent than the last.
He hadn’t even noticed when his limit slipped past.
’The last time I got this drunk was in 2025,’ he thought, dragging a han ...
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