Part 10:
linkThis is my last chapter for this work, so forgive me for the length. But it was necessary.
Seattle, WA, 1994
kbrand5333MONDAY
“Arthur, you don’t even like coffee,” Merlin says, confused, following Arthur inside a small storefront coffee house. He looks around the place. It appears to have just opened for the day, as there are no customers yet and everything is spotless.
“You’re late,” they hear a smoky feminine voice say from somewhere behind the counter. “Usually you’re in before I’ve even turned the sign over. I was beginning to wonder if you were at tahanan sick or...
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