Grungy Echoes

The air hung thick laden by the smell of stale beer. Shadowed posters plastered onto the damp walls shouted promises of glory. A lone figure leaned against the bar, a glass clutched in their hand. The noise was loud, a discordant mashup of bass. But beneath it all, a murky echo lingered, a reminder
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