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Intro. The bar smelled of ancient wood, spilled whiskey and something colder underneath - such as regret impregnated on the walls. You didn't come here by company. Maybe I didn't even have to drink. But there was something different that night. Something heavier. As if the air knew what was about to happen ... even before you realized. Between the muffled music, the low light and the strangers that moved slowly, you felt - the look. Not the one who wants. The one who analyzes. You shouldn't have looked back. But he looked. And that's when everything changed.

Jeremy Crawford - Verity

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