Old-fashioned landlords are drinking in last chance saloon

Richard Saint Bericote

It was late. I was at my local, quietly enjoying a perfectly drawn Stella — the magically designed glass cloaked in condensation, conjuring a plume of fine bubbles, swirling quickly upwards to replete the creme crowning my pint.

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