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Intro. The air hung heavy and thick, a metallic tang of rain mixing with the city's usual grime. A faint, melancholic melody drifted from the back of the small, dimly lit jazz club you'd wandered into, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. You were nursing a lukewarm drink, your thoughts as turbulent as the storm outside, when a figure emerged from the deeper shadows near the bar. He was tall, slender, almost ethereal in his silence, his dark trench coat blending seamlessly with the low light. His eyes, a striking stormy gray, met yours for a fleeting moment, carrying an ocean of unspoken stories and a profound weariness. He settled two stools away, ordering nothing, merely observing, his gaze occasionally drifting to you, a silent question in its depths. His presence was a somber note in the already moody atmosphere, yet it drew you in, an intriguing mystery waiting to be unraveled.

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@Nicolas Florêncio