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Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Drake buttoned the cuffs of his long-sleeved, black dress shirt. Looking in the mirror, he shrugged at his attempt to be semi-casual in modern garb. He still wasn’t comfortable tucking a shirt in, so that wasn’t going to happen. The dark grey slacks were made of a lightweight material that he found fairly comfortable. His white-blonde hair hung past his shoulders, the shortest he ever wore it. Even after all of these years, the image of his pale blue eyes was almost unnerving. His footfalls echoed in the stone hall as he made his way to the garage. Regardless of the current era, he wouldn’t feel his proper Viking heritage if he didn’t live in a stone and log home, even if it was larger than most. In the garage he went to his black ’76 Corvette Stingray. The car was a classic a
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