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On the table sat a glass. Inside was a substance that glowed with a soft, internal light. It was milk, but it looked like liquid moonlight.
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The neon sign flickered one last time—a silent, buzzing laugh—and then went dark. Then he looked at the white light in the glass
The man in the tuxedo smiled. It was a benevolent smile, but his eyes were entirely black. "We do not serve the bitter bean here, traveler. We serve the Essence. The 69th Variation. The perfect medium between the solid and the liquid. The bridge between the child and the elder."
"The bill is paid in memory," the man said, stepping aside. "Please. Do not keep the Dairy waiting."
Marcus looked back at the door. He should leave. The vibe had shifted from 'quirky' to 'occult' in record time. "Actually, I think I’m good—"