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Submitted to Contest #331
Warning: This story contains substance abuse, homicide, violence, mentions of suicide, and death. Mr. King sat back in his recliner, looking at the oil lamp that was burning on the coffee table in front of him, on which his feet rested. The walls swirled around him, and shadows in the corner of his eye flickered and twitched. He shifted in his recliner, clutching his stomach as another wave of nausea and subsequent bitterness in the back of his throat hit him, and he glanced down at the empty mug on his table. The liquid that was previousl...
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