Cold. It was cold in the bar. A chill hung in the air and clung to everything in its path. The lights were low and dimmed, every now and then the loose bulbs clinked against the metal light shade, or the lights themselves flashed on and off. As if this crap shack of a bar wasn't horror cliche enough, I saw a daddy longlegs slowly creep and crawl over the faded forest green metal covering of
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