"I believe we were interrupted last time," Mortimer calls from beside the drink cart, pouring himself a stiff glass of whisky over ice. He seems to be wearing the same thing he wore when last they met. Again, as a kind gesture, Death pours a second glass and sets it on the table nearest Daniel.
"Now, where did we leave off...?" He asks, easing into one of the comfortable armchairs.
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"Now, where did we leave off...?" He asks, easing into one of the comfortable armchairs.