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As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, the familiar scent of whiskey washed over me, instantly transporting me to my happy place. The dimly lit room was packed with people laughing and chatting, their glasses clinking together in a cacophony of sound. I made my way to the bar, scanning the faces of the regulars I'd come to know over the years.

"Hey there," greeted the bartender, flashing me a friendly smile. "The usual?"

I nodded, settling onto my usual stool and taking in the sights and sounds of my favorite bar. The walls were lined with vintage memorabilia. The furniture was a hodgepodge of styles, from plush leather armchairs to battered wooden stools. It was a mishmash of decor, but somehow it all worked together to create a warm and inviting atmosphere.

As I sipped my drink, I struck up a conversation with the person next to me, a stranger who would soon become a friend. We talked about everything from our favorite movies to our most embarrassing moments, laughing and commiserating over a shared love of this special place.

Hours passed by in a blur, the world outside fading away as I lost myself in the comforting rhythms of The Corridor. Eventually, the night drew to a close, and I reluctantly pulled myself away from the cozy embrace of the bar.

As I stepped back out into the real world, I felt a sense of renewal and rejuvenation. This bar had a way of making all my worries and stress melt away, leaving me feeling refreshed and ready to take on whatever life had in store for me next. I knew I'd be back again soon, eager to be welcomed home once more.

Welcome to The Corridor Bar.

 “The future is like a corridor into which we can see only by the light coming from behind.” ― Edward Weyer, Jr.