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The piano stopped. A shadow filled the door, purple-black like a saguaro against the dusk sky.

The stranger swung the doors open. Squish-chunk, squish-chunk, he walked to the bar.

He growled: "Who's a man got to kill to get a White Claw in this town?"

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