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The air was thick with the aroma of pine, and a soft breeze whispered through the branches. Around a flickering ember pit, friends gathered, each with a tankard in hand, overflowing with ale. The evening was fresh, but the music was electric, filling the air with a spirited energy. It was the kind of night where hearts soared, and stories unfold