Talon took a sip from his whiskey and set it back down on the bar. He let out a large sigh and rolled his shoulders. Today had been excruciatingly long, but like every day it must come to an end at some point. And Talon’s days always ended with a whiskey at his favourite bar. Today was no different as he sat on his usual stool, talking to the bartender about the same work that he does every single day. Once his whiskey was finished, he’d pay, thank the bartender for their time, and head home for dinner with his family.
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