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  • Writer's pictureJeb Brack

Filed Under "B"

Studs hung his hat on the rack and went to the filing cabinet, hoping to ease the pounding in his head with some hair of the dog. Before he could pour, he heard the click of heels in the hallway outside, a staccato rattle like a gun that fired bad memories. He shut the drawer and turned.

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