The burning wood snapped and popped loud, loud enough to make Kyle jump.
Termy didn’t flinch.
Pissed Kyle off.
Termy was just so...not calm. Kyle knew the word, didn’t use it often, couldn’t remember it.
Termy passed Kyle some cinnamon whiskey. He held it but didn’t really want it beyond the novelty of Uncle Termy allowing him to drink at 16.
Kyle looked at …
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