Universe In 1000 Words

“All right, Mr. Clay. You have my attention. But we don’t have a deal yet. Not until you get me something nice first.”

The parlour doors swung open as Leonard entered the dimly lit salon. The mix of tobacco and cheap perfume overpowered his senses. The crowd…

“Your move, old chap.”

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“Is this seat taken?”, he asked pointing to the spot opposite her.

Khaled was on his knees, his feet buried in the snow.