Cold-horror ran through my veins and I started to sweat in my winter clothes. I hadn't really liked the man, but we'd worked together for four years and I knew him well. The grey buildings slid by and I found myself rising from my seat, Emerson's finger in my pocket.
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I've already cast my vote, but I had to tell you that this is really well done ;)
Thank you. It's my first attempt at this wonderful game - I'll try to join in again.