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Echoes of a Forgotten Past

Author: Jasmin
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-07 11:20:20

Richard tipped back the last of his drink, the amber liquid burning down his throat. Another empty bottle joined the others littering the polished counter. He swayed—just enough to draw a few wary glances—but caught himself on the edge before gravity could win.

“Open another,” he ordered, voice low but firm.

The bartender hesitated. “Sir, maybe—”

“Another,” Richard repeated, a dark edge in his tone.

The bar manager stepped in, trying to intervene. “Mr. Barton, I think you’ve had enough. We can—”

Richard shoved the man’s hand away without even looking at him. “Don’t touch me.”

The manager kept a wary distance—Richard wasn’t just any customer. He was Richard Barton. No one touched him unless they wanted to lose a hand… or worse, their job.

But tonight, something was off.

“He’s had way more than usual,” a staff member murmured behind the bar.

“Guy used to down a whole bottle and still walk out like he ran the world,” another whispered. “Never seen him like this.”

The murmurs grew when Ri
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