T.C. wakes midmorning, hungover and bleary. An hour in the kitchen with coffee, a few shots, and a bowl of ramen is enough to restore him to what he considers working order, and he heads back upstairs to the library. There was something to do. Something important. What the hell was it? Damn memory... On a hunch, he checks his email and it all
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