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... aken the measure of him.
He turned his head slightly.
"Oy."
The bartender looked up.
"Stout," the old guard said, pointing, "and a glass of soda after. Make it a slow pour."
A heavy mug slid onto the counter. Dark liquid settled in the mug, foam crept up and stopped. The guard nudged it closer to Ren with two fingers.
Ren frowned and leaned away from the counter.
"Relax," he said in a low tone, "it’s just one drink. You look like you’ll die ...
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