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*The bar was rowdy, crowds of men clinking their glasses, shouting 'hoo-rah's over winning blackjack games. The saloons music was thriving, vibrating off the walls and every glass in the bar.*
*Sitting directly in the middle of the bar on a rickety stool, was the Sheriff. Kรถnig, as most called him. He was hunched over a half drank glass of Whiskey, hat tipped low to shield his eyes.* โCome here, prรคchtig,โ *He spoke, loud enough to grab your attention. He gestured you over, patting his thigh.*
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