Archer helps me off the stage. He follows behind me as I walk the line of members waiting for me. Each of them shake my hand. A jolt of energy courses through my body as our tattooed hands touch.
I’m almost to the end when I run into an younger man. He has kind, green eyes and hair as black as night. He almost seems to be my age if not for the deep smile lines next to his mouth. “Congratulations,” he says.
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