The Gold Tear Pub

[Vince Piccio]

Iscariot took the card and stood up, maintaining control over his movements that mostly masked the fact that he was about to fall over. Rather than making him more aggressive, he felt all the sleep he had been missing lately crash down on him -- the nights where he lie awake, wondering about his lot in life. He managed to keep up the facade long enough to get to his room, but he fell into the bed and was asleep in a matter of seconds, sleeping the slumber of the dead.

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