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The Eternal Night #82

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I got very little sleep. Mason's nose sounded like a lumberjack competition was being held in his nostrils, so I was awake when the sun started piercing through the blinds on the hotel window.

I got up and showered while Mason was still sawing logs. I put on a cream-colored pullover sweater, some black slacks, and some black Wingtip Oxfords. I wasn't sure how a reporter was supposed to dress, but at least I didn't look like a detective.

I called room service, ordering two plates of eggs, bacon and orange juice and waited for Snoring Beauty to arise...

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