PREVIEW
... long the road, an array of bars stood tightly side by side, and even before nightfall, the air was already thick with laughter, chatter, and the low hum of transactions.
Come nightfall, the situation escalated—this was what was known as the Lundan alley breeze.
A black high-end sedan slowly pulled over, and Wayne, with a confused expression, pushed the car door open to stare at the bar’s sign as he sunk into thought.
Fallen Angel Bar!
Wayne: (-_-;)
I had t ...
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