From: <theweebanshee@...>

Gavin walks down the semi-hidden staircase behind the bar, snags the
leather-covered ledger from under the corner of Winter's bar, and nods at
Winter's inquiring ("?Drink?") glance...

As he folds into the end booth, flipping the dark brown cover open and
flipping through the hundreds of pages with impossible dates, he fishes
through his jacket and pants absentmindedly for the pen he's got tucked in
his shirt pocket. Tipping the shade on the dim light to the page, he starts
murmuring as his finger traces down the rows of calligraphed script...

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