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Chapter 12: Zephyr.

“I think you’ve drunk enough miste-”

the barman found a pistol quickly pointed at his forehead.

“I… I’ll decide when I’ve had enough, and its sure as hell isn’t enough until I’ve downed as many bottles as people I killed today… you, you have a lot more pouring to do.”

Zephyr holstered his gun and gave the barman his glass for a refill.

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