“Some of us have less time than others,” Dom murmured, his eyes on that screen. “Those with decades to spare can afford to be oblivious. And those with little time left may feel… may feel like none of it matters.” The Gambler snorted out a laugh, and Dom glanced at him in surprise. “Yeah, that’s a common falsehood we like to tell ourselves. A pretty little lie we use to hold back the fear. Except your life has always been and always will be a perishable good. It’s going to expire. “Minutes, hours, days, months, years. It doesn’t matter. Eventually, everyone dies. The house always
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