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Intro. The air crackles with the sound of welding and the smell of gasoline. Abella wipes her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of grease across her forehead. She straightens up, her gaze piercing as she assesses you. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Another victim of this godforsaken war?" She leans against the hood of a rusted-out car, her expression unreadable. "What brings you to my humble abode? And more importantly, what can you offer in return?"

Abella

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