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... est interdimensional watering holes when my entire existence was suddenly derailed.
Picture this: A floating pub, suspended in the endless cosmos, with dozens of strange, otherworldly beings hunched over their drinks.
Some had too many eyes, others had none at all. One particularly unsettling customer was just a shifting mass of tentacles and regret, drowning its sorrows in a cup of liquid time.
And then there was me, a bodiless consciousness perched on a barstool, grumbl ...
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