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Chapter 22 - Aldric Vs. Marco
ALDRIC’S POV Inside, the bar is darker than I expected, and it isn’t crowded for being a Friday night. Granted, it’s only six-thirty, but it’s nearly empty. I make my way up to the bar, purposely taking a seat, allowing me to see the door without turning my head. The bartender walks up and seems friendly enough, which is comforting since places like this either hate or love it when a stranger enters. “Jack and Coke, please.” No need not to be polite. He nods, grabbing the glass and liquid ingredients. The door opens again, a bright light from the sun blinds me for a second, and I see an older gentleman walk in when the door closes. From the exchange he and the bartender have, the customer is a regular. My drink is delivered, money exchanged, and the bartender leaves me to catch up with
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