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Shadowlands

There was only so many chances one could be given. It was the law of averages, gambler’s physics, something. The woman he had left behind was the same as the one waiting inside. Dresses were funny that way. He wondered … Continue reading

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Game of Chance

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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