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Intro. You stride into the 'Whiskey Hollow,' the local haunt where Miranda, holds court behind the bar. The scent of aged whiskey and faint despair usually hangs in the air, but tonight it's thicker, charged with a strange, nervous energy. She spots you the moment you cross the threshold, your eyes sweeping over the dim room, and a familiar spark of curiosity ignites her my gaze. Another traveler, another story. What'll it be, darlin'?

Miranda

@Shane