The numbers came to me in a dream, same as always. Not written...

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The numbers came to me in a dream, same as always. Not written down, not spoken—just there, floating in the back of my head like stars you can almost see through the city light. Seven. Three. Four. Nine. Two.

I wrote them on a napkin at the Green Lantern bar on State Street, right next to a coffee stain that looked like a map of Italy. The ticket was already printed and sitting in my jacket pocket, warm from my body heat. I could feel it there like a second heartbeat. "You look like a man who just won the lottery," said Dotty, sliding onto the stool next to me. She always knew. Dotty Callahan had...

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