She was definitely a striking woman but as soon as she walked in he could tell she felt uneasy. She froze as the acrid stench filled the air, assaulting her nostrils and her throat with its foul flavour.

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   The streets and doorknobs were covered in a thin film of cold, crisp ice that had settled there through the night. The bitterness was unforgiving. The barman looked up at the granite sky feeling exhausted as the mizzling rain trickled down his bald head. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. Although it was his turn to serve, he had to free himself from the overcrowded bar. It was like a bee hive, but made up of people. Silence was his only companion. Working endless hours in there was unbearable. The hideous smell of sweat slithered its way out through under the doors calling him back in as numerous people stormed in looking for shelter, the rain had suddenly intensified. The branches of trees had changed from swaying gently in the breeze to almost snapping as the birds flew away into the night. A storm was on its way and out side was the wrong place to be. He had just sneaked out to take a breather only to be called straight back in.

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    The bar was buzzing. Looking around, he saw the walls painted in a variety of brown hues that glowed golden from the yellow lights hanging down from the rafters. He sighed disappointingly realising he had just stepped back into his worst nightmare. Another long day was on the agenda. The claustrophobic atmosphere was overwhelming.

    The barman wondered aimlessly up and down the isle waiting for the next customer.  The candlelight by him caught the designs on the wineglass, casting a dark crimson glow on the counter. He began sipping on some more wine. He ...

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