he stooped and opened the real cabinet, unseeable and unopenable to anyone who wasn’t a Jake or Jade. The bottles inside shimmered in the light of the pub, the light of the cabinet and some other light that Jake could never figure out. Five shimmering bottles, filled with five different liquids—Green #2, Gray #3, Brown #5, Silver #10 and Black #11. Like Jake, the bottles and their contents waited for the right moment. For the right need. For the right question.
They were there to answer.
“I’m just here to serve,” said Jake. His gaze lingered on the small black bottle, barely big enough for a few shots. That wasn’t usually there. Thinking back over his service, he’d hardly ever used Black #11.
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