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... ancing with death. I scream through the storm, a flame in despair. The cold doesn’t kill—it dares me to care!"
In the pub, sitting in a cage at the center of the room, a short-haired woman sang till her voice turned hoarse, her words echoing off the walls.
"Wohoo!"
"Crimson winter!"
The pub’s patrons listened and shouted. Beer spilled on the floor, feet stomped on the floor, and angry laughter broke out.
All the round-shaped tables were filled.
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