Excerpt ... On His Blade
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I'm much too early tonight for what I want; the coffee bar is still filled with customers and friends there for the conversation which could mean that they'll be there until my friend, Jeremiah, kindly kicks them out. What I want, what I need is a trip with Jeremiah to his dungeon below. I need a beating now more than ever!
I sit in my usual spot at the far end of the bar where it curves and hits the north wall. I hug it close looking dour, I'm sure. I figure Jeremiah knew what I wanted the moment I walked in. The sixth sense between us is pretty rare, but I'm grateful that I didn't have to actually tell him what I'm here for. He served me my usual mocha and then took off, not bothering with me again until now. It's nearly eleven o'clock. The place should close soon, I think, but there are still those half dozen people looking as if they have settled in for the night.
"You going to stay?" he finally asks me.
"What do you think?"
"I think you'd better try another night."
"Why? These people will be going soon, won't they?" I nod ...
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