The Distant Garden

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The beer was warm. The ice had melted hours ago, leaving a slushy, gray puddle at the bottom of the glass. Thomas drank it anyway. He drank it because stopping meant thinking, and thinking was a luxury he could not afford tonight. The bar was packed. Not the crowded kind of packed. The suffocating kind. The air smelled of stale hops, sweat, and the metallic tang of fear. "Another one, Tom?" It...

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