The bar was a dirty, run-down affair. The lights were dim, but it didn't help the situation. I could still feel how sticky the table's surface was, every time I lifted my glass of whisky. It was the best drink in the place, and it was terrible. Far too sharp on the palate, and it burnt all the way down.
I heard a creak - the door opening. I took a
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