[This was weird but workable. It tasted like whiskey, which was not one of Rowan’s preferred liquors but it would do in a pinch, and it had a kick like whiskey, which is most definitely what Rowan needed right now. They were in a metal boat in space and one look at the library sent his inner academic into a panic and a need to sedate himself before being able to immerse himself into … whatever this was. The future?]
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