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[Mid-afternoon on Friday, November 13 (day 166)]
[Tavern of Hell]
've found I like the early afternoons here. No-one's really around, and the day's bright enough in the street outside to see by without bothering over lights, angled up along Silk and turning the window into a mirror from the outside. Folk'll probably be coming in--think it's Friday, not a bad day to knock off early--but for the moment it's quiet, and I can stand in the back tossing darts and thinking.
I've not had much to do of late. It's a little strange... I can't quite remember when I was out last. Not Wednesday, surely. Though I can't recall if I went down to Simon's on Tuesday or Thursday, bland bright chill days bracketing the rain.
And we're going down into winter again, and for all the time since I left Swansight, I'm yet going over those who live in town and wondering which of them'll not live to see spring. Pull the handful of darts out of the board, and sit down at the table with my head on one hand, sipping my drink and gazing out at the Tavern and the street beyond.
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[Tavern of Hell]
've found I like the early afternoons here. No-one's really around, and the day's bright enough in the street outside to see by without bothering over lights, angled up along Silk and turning the window into a mirror from the outside. Folk'll probably be coming in--think it's Friday, not a bad day to knock off early--but for the moment it's quiet, and I can stand in the back tossing darts and thinking.
I've not had much to do of late. It's a little strange... I can't quite remember when I was out last. Not Wednesday, surely. Though I can't recall if I went down to Simon's on Tuesday or Thursday, bland bright chill days bracketing the rain.
And we're going down into winter again, and for all the time since I left Swansight, I'm yet going over those who live in town and wondering which of them'll not live to see spring. Pull the handful of darts out of the board, and sit down at the table with my head on one hand, sipping my drink and gazing out at the Tavern and the street beyond.
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