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The Tale of Robert Elm

In a run-down bar a lone man sits beneath the hum of a fluorescent overhead light as he holds his whiskey and shake hands.

The man is in a nicknoth. He appears that the spade habitually at 10 p.m. and leaves just before dawn, ordering the same refreshment each time a tall glass of Irish whiskey.

Never speaking words far from the usual, or the occasional grunt or whisper, is a shadow to everyone.

To the passerby, this man is just a nobody. He is merely a bum who went down on his luck and turned to the bottle like many before him.

To those who know, however, the man's name is Robert Elm, and he has a story to tell.

The night was fraught with bridged rain and sleet. The typically lively spade was deserted except for Robert.

He sat in his usual spot, back left table, facing the wall, hunched over with his beverage in total silence, saved for the hum of the light and the drumming of the bartender's fingers on the metal cash register.

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