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... nhaled deeply as he stepped into the cellar, where oak barrels and fermenting grapes gave the air a rich complexity. No matter how many times he came down here, it still felt like a private world that belonged to him alone.
But of course, that was no longer the case.
Inside, he drifted to the back bar, fingertips grazing dusty bottles until he chose a Shiraz. Label gone, but he didn’t need to read it to know the year.
Twist, soft pop, steady pour. Crimson curtained the gl ...
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