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"Are you sure that we are awake?" Rocky asked. Only, his voice dipped theatrically and he turned to face Mordecai. With one hand braced on the bench seat, beside Mordecai's knee, he leaned close. "It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think—" reaching into his jacket, Rocky pulled out his flask. "—the duke was here, and bid us follow him?"
Mouth dry, Mordecai pressed himself back against the door. "What?"
Rocky sighed, and uncapped the flask. "My own fault, for forgetting."
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01 Oct 2025

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