IN WHICH TWO PATHS CROSS, AND A THIRD INVITES ITSELF

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The path (Lola explained) was ever-changing. You didn’t want your speakeasy in one place the feds could knock over in a night — you kept it moving, like a change in key to keep a song interesting. The path would show you the way every time, but every time the path would have a new end, a new beginning.

( You couldn’t come in the middle, either ... )