C-BAD-012
Barista: Ichabod Ramses
Date: Jan-8-2020
Receipt: C-BAD-012
Subject: Omens
Been diggin' through these old texts, fingers tracing pages older than my Pépé's Pépé.
And I think—we got a problem.
Plenty of █████ dogs out there. ██████ ██ █████-██████ ████████ ████ ██████' ████. But only one don't just walk this world—██ █████ ██. ███ ████ ███'█ ████ █████ ████ █████—██ █████ ███ ████ ████ ██. ██████ ███████ ██ ███ █████ ████ ██████████ ██ ███ ████.
One that is a hunter—not a hunted.
███ ███ █████.
Ain't like the others. This one don't just █████—it █████. ██████ █████ █████ ██████', ██████ █████ ████ █████, █████ ████ ██ █████ ███ ███'█ ████ ██ ███'██ ██████' ███████ ██ ████. ██ ███ ███ ███████ ███ ████, ██ ███'█ ████ ████ ███████ ████ █████ ███ ███ ████.
██ █████ ███ █████████ ████ ██.
That's what we're caught in. Not a place. Not a trap. █ ████ ██ ███ █████ ██████. A knot of old roads and older rules, somethin' that shouldn't be—but is.
Ain't just a myth. Ain't just a story. It's real—and it's got us caught tight.
Ain't no ███████ does this. A few ██████, maybe—but those are ██████████ types. And even then—██████████ █████ stinks. Sour ammonia, rotten rye. It'd drown out the fresh Irish mist in a heartbeat.
But this? This don't stink ██ ██████. Y'all smell that? ‘Cause I swear—I smell █████ ██████.
If the ███ █████ is real—if the ██████████'█ real—then we ain't lost. We're tangled. And it ain't lettin' go.
A Celtic knot, tied tight ‘round us. And if we don't find the loose thread—█████'█ █████ will.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“Hunters on All Saints, Christmas, New Year, and Good Friday.”
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