The prices were impossible. Single malts for the price of a deli sandwich. Bourbons that usually required a locked cabinet were listed for twelve dollars.

The results were a graveyard of broken links and sketchy banners promising "Wholesale Prices!" and "No Tax!" He scrolled past the sponsored giants until he found a site that looked like it had been designed in 1998. The Liquidator’s Vault.

Elias peered through the peephole. No one was there, but a heavy, rectangular crate sat on his welcome mat. It wasn’t cardboard; it was dark, weathered wood. He dragged it inside, the weight surprising him.

Elias looked at the bottle, then at the empty room. He wondered which memory he’d lose first, and more importantly, if he even cared.

He typed four words into the search bar that he knew were a gamble: buy cheap liquor online.