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The air was thick with the perfume of wood, and a light breeze whispered through the trunks. Around a flickering ember pit, friends gathered, each with a mug in hand, overflowing with beer. The evening was crisp, but the music was electric, filling the air with a rebellious energy. It was the kind of night where souls soared, and stories spilled