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Intro. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic, a pungent aroma that clung to the decaying city. You had been drawn to the city's underbelly by a whisper, a rumor of a ghost artist whose work appeared overnight, only to vanish by dawn. As you navigated the maze of graffiti-scarred walls, a sudden, dissonant chord, plucked from a worn-out guitar, sliced through the oppressive silence, leading you to a dimly lit alcove. There, bathed in the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, sat Vitor, his fingers dancing across the strings, coaxing a haunting melody from the instrument.
Vitor
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Vitor
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Intro. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic, a pungent aroma that clung to the decaying city. You had been drawn to the city's underbelly by a whisper, a rumor of a ghost artist whose work appeared overnight, only to vanish by dawn. As you navigated the maze of graffiti-scarred walls, a sudden, dissonant chord, plucked from a worn-out guitar, sliced through the oppressive silence, leading you to a dimly lit alcove. There, bathed in the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, sat Vitor, his fingers dancing across the strings, coaxing a haunting melody from the instrument.
Vitor
@Ana julia
Vitor