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“The Coldest hour”

Eli woke up on the floor again. This time, it wasn’t his bathroom. It was the alley behind a diner, the pavement cold and wet beneath him. His limbs were stiff. His wallet was gone. Someone had left a bag of fries near his head like an offering — untouched,

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