Drab Resoundings

The air hung thick laden by the aroma of stale sweat. Dim posters plastered onto the damp walls whispered promises of glory. A lone figure slumped against the counter, a cup clutched in their hand. The noise was deafening, a discordant jumble of bass. But beneath it all, a grungy echo lingered, a re
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