In an apocalyptic landscape, on the fringesof a dying metropolis, there is a bar.The camera over the door is probably dead.Doesn’t matter. Afternoon gives way to evening,wind howling like a coyote, hollow whirling soundsas it sweeps against shuttered windows,like in an old Western movie,necessarily threatening.Inside the bar were a few people,stable in their positions,carefully cultivatingthe…

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