Immortalis Caris -- Chapter 2
Entering the Canyon Bar on Central Park Square, he let the warm darkness encase his weary light-plagued brain. The day shift at the hospital was the most coveted, but he preferred swing shift or graveyard. His particular internal clock was set to wake him at the dimming of the light -- dusk, not dawn. He downed energy
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