Noir Bar II

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There are parts of the city, far below the teeming brothels and arms markets…

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… where the sound of the falling ‘rain’ is as constant as the sound of surf on a terrestrial shore…

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… where all the bars are empty, because the people are gone. Sometimes, in these decaying tombs of debauched squalor, beings appear…

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… and act out long-forgotten scenes of loss, loneliness, and despair…

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… where nothing is as it seems, nothing lasts…

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… and no one gets out unchanged.

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