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He was drinking from a disposable coffee cup.’ ‘Elijah,’ he said, a smile spreading across his face. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ ‘Everything all right, brother?’ I walked in, leaning heavily on my cane.
I played the part. The frail old man, the man who was losing his grip. I am not doing so well, Silas, I said, my voice trembling. That spell continue reading …
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