Dark Room

It was a dark room, a lone table in the middle with two chairs sat idly by on either side.  There was a fizzing dim light bulb above, swaying slightly which helped illuminate the darker corners of the room for a few brief moments.  Sat in one chair was a man in his late 40s, his hair flecked with grey and his hand nursing a small glass which was a quarter full with whiskey.  The room stank of deception, corruptions and lies.  An empire of filth.


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