Everything is filtered through a heavy, ultraviolet haze. It’s the color of a bruise that refuses to heal, or a sky just before a storm breaks over a city of glass. The floorboards are polished obsidian, reflecting the rhythmic flickering of a neon sign outside that simply reads: The Old Flames
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