The Black Out
Most of the week came and went without any fanfare. The weekend followed suit, and before Tim knew it, Thursday had arrived again. It had been ten days since his dinner with Marcus, and already he felt himself disconnecting from the events and experiences the two had discussed; much to his surprise, he had slept increasingly well with each passing night, thrilled with his unexpected but very welcome somnolence.
With nearly two weeks under his belt in the new position, he was being given greater responsibility and more work. He felt himself slipping into the rhythm and repetition of the job, which allowed him to turn a blind eye to the promise he had made to Marcus; only happenstance had saved the tarot reader’s card.
Tim had brought in his suit to be dry...
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