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The bartender, a woman named Elara with silver threading her dark braid, set a small cardboard square in front of him. "New here?"

"That'll be one story," she said. "The real one. Not the one you tell at parties." bartender prices

"You just did." She pointed to the corner of the bar where he'd been sitting. In the condensation from his glass, he'd unconsciously drawn a smiley face. "That's hope. And hope's on the house." The bartender, a woman named Elara with silver

"The price?"

"The first shot was one story," she said. "The second was the phone call. The third..." bartender prices

"Just passing through," Leo admitted. "What does the sign mean?"