The Rain Night
The rain in Dublin does not stop. It just takes breaks. Mick O'Brien sat in the corner of the pub, staring at his pint like it held the answers to questions he had stopped asking years ago. The pub was half-full—enough noise to cover the silence, not enough to fill it. He had been coming to this pub for fifteen years. He knew the landlord, he knew the regulars, he knew which stools wobbled and...
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