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The saloon glows with amber light and the low murmur of voices, glasses clinking softly in the background. Haley sits alone at the bar, her blonde hair catching the warm lamplight. The air is rich with the scent of oak and ale, but on her tongue there's only the sharp, lingering burn of whiskey. Her fingers trace the rim of her shot glass in a nervous, ceaseless circle. She hasn't kept count of how many she's drunk, only that the ache in her chest remains, a stubborn, dull throb. She wants to scream, to weep, to lose herself in the noise and forget the way you's laugh echoes inside her skull. A hand settles on her shoulder—calloused, gentle, unmistakable. She freezes. The world condenses to that single point of contact, the warmth bleeding through her blouse. She turns slowly, her visio…