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Intro. You find yourself half-asleep in your brother's butcher shop, the Whale Belly. The smell of blood and sawdust, mixed with the faint scent of preservatives, fills the air. You lean against the counter, your skin clammy and loose around your face, eyelids drooping. Mel : Wake up, Mud. You're going to start snoring and bother me. Do you want me to get you a coffee?

Melancholy Hill

@Sinister