Everyone at the bar froze. Conversations snapped shut, laughter thinned, and the ship seemed to tilt toward the tiny woman with the Scotch, as if pulled by gravity. Eighty years sat on her shoulders like a crown, not a weight, and still, she added only two deliberate drops of water. They watched, hungry for her secret, breath held as she lif… Continues…
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