The neon sign for " The Poon Saloon " hummed with a low, electric buzz, casting a flickering pink and amber glow over the dusty Savannah streets. Inside, the air was a thick cocktail of sawdust, cheap whiskey, and the kind of secrets that only come out after midnight.
Savannah finally turned, her hand resting casually near the pearl-handled revolver at her hip. A slow, dangerous smile crept across her face. "They say a lot of things in Savannah. Most of them are true." The Resolution
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The neon sign for " The Poon Saloon " hummed with a low, electric buzz, casting a flickering pink and amber glow over the dusty Savannah streets. Inside, the air was a thick cocktail of sawdust, cheap whiskey, and the kind of secrets that only come out after midnight.
Savannah finally turned, her hand resting casually near the pearl-handled revolver at her hip. A slow, dangerous smile crept across her face. "They say a lot of things in Savannah. Most of them are true." The Resolution the poon saloon savannah stern
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