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Submitted to Contest #287
TEA NOIR Tea. Yes. That was her sanctuary. Evan James clung to that thought as he slumped forward, dragging himself along the rain-slick cobblestoned path in the dead of night. It was the fall of 1952. The wind howled, stinging his face as it danced with the beads of rain that pelted his skin with merciless fervour. Evan was a man of few words, fewer still when it came to her. Tall and lanky, with broad shoulders, he carried himself with a quiet intensity. His jet-black hair was shaved close on the sides and back, ...
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