The door popped open with a sigh. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. I don’t want to know.
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