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July 21, 2016

  “I’m afraid you are done for, Mister Crowe,” Fin said. “The wind blows, and the wind swings. Your foolishness has caught up with you, and not even I can help you this time.”

  Annie and I sat across from him, the three of us at a table set for six. The booths were red, the walls were pale green, and there was a lot of oak trim. There was a pleasant smell of polite food. Silverware clinked gently against crockery, and light caught the edges of crystal and cut glass. It was a joint that catered to people from some...

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