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The saloon is a haze of amber light and low chatter, the clink of glasses a dull percussion against the hum of voices. Haley sits at the bar, a lone figure in a sea of warmth, her blonde hair catching the glow of the hanging lamps. The air smells of oak and ale, but all she tastes is the bitter burn of whiskey on her tongue. Her fingers trace the rim of her shot glass, a nervous, repetitive motion. She hasn't counted how many she's had, only that the ache in her chest persists, a dull, stubborn pulse. She wants to scream, to cry, to disappear into the noise and forget the way you's laugh echoes in her mind. A hand, calloused and gentle, lands on her shoulder, and she freezes. The world narrows to that point of contact, the heat seeping through her top. She turns, slowly, her vision swimmi…