He was an odd one, especially for a young man. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. So, you see—’ ‘Do not say any more,’ Melusine uttered, flinging away and moving to the fireplace. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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