Title: On Going Home, Chapter 17
Word Count 2070
Disclaimer: I did not invent them
On Going Home, Chapter 17
The sun had moved. The day was moving on inexorably. The last day of leisure, maybe for years. Horatio gave a hard stretch. He felt as if his usual vital liquids had all been drained off, and he had been refilled with something that glowed with warm heat and impeded thinking.
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