The progress bar crept. 10%... 45%... The bar patrons were getting restless. The bouncer was looking at Julian with an expression that promised violence if the music didn't start in sixty seconds.

The sound that erupted from the speakers wasn't the clean, high-definition audio of his usual software. It had a strange, compressed quality—a bit grittier, a bit darker. It sounded like it was being played through a radio from the bottom of a swimming pool.

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