• A Proper Welcome by Joe Okonkwo

    Reese reached for the door. His hand trembled. He breathed, pushed it open. Every head in the place snapped toward him. It looked like night inside. Smoky, too. A few tables. A bar. A single light-bulb in the middle of the ceiling. Candles here and there. A pianist tapped on a ramshackle piano with yellowing ivories, some of them missing.

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