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And because of that, he looks less like a man and more like a void wearing human shape.
He halts before me, leaning forward.
“The great and mighty Laurent” he said with a snicker at the end.
The young guy—about Myles’ age—has a lot of jokes.
“I think we’ve never met,” he stretched out a hand for a handshake. “Name’s Mic, and oh—”He withdraws his hand, “You’ve been restrained. I made sure of that, y'know?”
I stare at him, ignoring all his nonsense. “Mic,” I repeated flatly. “Is that the name your mother gave you, or the name your fellow lowlife friends assigned you behind a bar somewhere?”
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