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I watched as he gently swirled the glass.

My future swirled around inside that glass. One sip could be my freedom or my demise.

With sweaty palms and a racing heart I watched as he lifted the glass to the light. Striations of light pierced through the golden liquid in the glass. How innocent it looked.

He swirled again, then brought the glass to his nose. With a deep inhale he tested the bouquet. I held my breath. A small smile tipped…