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... dreams. You know the scent—old liquor, older regrets, and something floral trying very hard to convince you it was once perfume. The kind of place where ghosts smoked cigars and shame played piano in a corner.
It was quieter than expected.
Quieter than it should have been, considering I’d just finished pirouetting my way through an apocalyptic brawl with twin clowns built like rejected opera houses. But inside this sagging carnival tent, the chaos stopped at the flap. No screamin ...
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