Twisted Fate and Unquenchable Craving

The air hung heavy with the scent of smoke-filled backrooms, each breath a mixture of desperation and heady ambition. The dice, forever cheated, offered false promises while the hearts around them throbbed with an insatiable lust for power. Deals were struck in the flickering gaslight, each interaction a dance on the edge of a knife. Red Wine, Wh

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