THE BRASS RAIL: A TALE OF GRIT AND GLORY

Down in the belly of town, tucked away on a street crumbling underfoot, stood The Brass Rail. A haven for hardened souls and hopeful hearts. It was a place where trouble brewed with walls stained with history. Every night, the saloonkeepers pulled back the heavy iron doors and welcomed a motley crew. Strangers shuffled around, eyes half-closed