a prologueA Story by alan khanto a book i am writing.
this bar, this particular bar, opened to him differently than others. at a first look it was the same as any other, but something in the air, maybe a smell, maybe the music, gave him an uneasy feeling. the kind he wasn't keen on ignoring. any other time he'd take that instinct with him as he turned to leave. but tonight was different..
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