The keg took longer to change that he would have liked. The crowd tonight was still light, but he wouldn’t put it past a couple of his regulars to help themselves to a pack of crisps, or seven. He stomped up the stairs, the buzz of voices getting louder with each step. Putting his hand on the top of the bannister, he paused for a moment, looking
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