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Tessa could barely sleep as flashes from last night clouded her subconscious, it was as though she was reliving nightmares.

Dawn broke slowly over the horizon, it was something Tessa was thankful for, it arrived like answered prayers, painting the sky in hues of orange as the sun lit up the sky.

The bar, though modest, had a certain grim aura about it, sitting half-hidden between rustling palm trees and the old port trail. The early sun streamed through the cracks in the wooden walls, illuminating the dust particles dancing lazily in the air.

Tessa stood behind the counter, her hands mechanically scrubbing down the stained surface with...