He reached out and gave the heavy door a push. It creaked loudly as it swung farther inward, stale air wafting out to greet him like an eager puppy. And Remy stepped into the cool darkness of Methuselah’s. The first thing he noticed was the missing doorman. But as his eyes adjusted to the deep gloom, he found Phil in a chair not far from the entrance. The minotaur sat in the heavy wooden seat, mighty horned head slumped forward on his chest as if dozing, but Remy knew dead when he saw it. Sadly, he wondered what could have felled the mighty mythological beast, then noticed the streaks of white and gray in the hair that covered the minotaur’s body. He had a suspicion that maybe the passage of time might have played a role in the doorman’s demise. Remy moved into the room and stood beside the bar. Lights slowly came to life, as if awakening to his presence. The lights illuminated the barroom floor, and he noticed that all the tables had been pushed back against the walls to open up the floor space.
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