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Cursed old tavern

by @Yourbird

we owned a tavern in little town where i came from i got used to people coming and passing by hearing stories, laughs, fights, problems, drama as a child i was amazed by that world full of drunks. It became my job requirement, to be with people who come and go... feeding myself on their stories and smiles, i am unable to love,staying in that cursed place makes your heart became a tavern full of drunks..
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