As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler.
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