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Chapter One Darkness crept through the rundown apartment and extinguished the last gleam in Lazarus' eye. Frantically, he hoisted the furniture that remained in the room against the door. He had to think clearly. He had to figure out how to survive. The options on the table were few, but Lazarus would find a way. He had to find a way. For the first time in his life, Lazarus wept for someone else. The clink of ice on glass was all the notice the barkeep needed. "Don't you think you've had enough?" the stout man behind the bar said dryly. Lazarus laughed, pushing his glass forward. The chestnut liquid flowed from the bottle, invigorating Laz