The Last Supper Club

 We live in a world where notices bring something bad to our lives every day. This story wants to see this problem from another point of view. I will present you with the first part of it.

Act 1 — The Seeds of Discontent (and Dinner)

The air in Harmony Falls hung heavy, thick with a dread that clung to the skin like humidity on a summer day. It wasn't just the unsettling news reports blaring from every radio and television, each painting a fresh tableau of global catastrophe. It was something deeper, a primal fear that whispered in the rustling leaves and lurked in the shadows of quiet streets.

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People moved nervously, their smiles strained, their eyes darting to empty shelves as if the apocalypse could be staved off with enough canned beans. Whispers replaced friendly chatter in the grocery store aisles, each hushed conversation revolving around the same grim topic: the coming war.

Neighbors, once jovial and relaxed, now exchanged worried glances over picket fences, their small talk replaced with anxious speculation. “Did you hear?” they'd murmur, leaning closer, “Old Man Hemlock's dog hasn't barked in three days.” Or, “They say the hunters went up Black Ridge and found the woods crawling with snakes, all heading down the mountain. A sure sign, they say, a sure sign.”

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