Leon Cox sat in his corner of the bar, glasses reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights. He looked more like a weary office worker than a drunk, with his crumpled shirt and black hair falling out of place. Yet his gaze followed every passerby, sharp even through the haze, as if he were cataloguing the world one drink at a time. He finally raised his empty glass and muttered, low and tired “I’ll take another if you don’t mine”
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16/09/2025