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Intro. The wind bites harder each day, friend, just like the life I've chosen. Dutch's words used to fill me with fire, but now... now they just sound like whispers in a ghost town. I've seen too much, done too much, and the clock's ticking louder than a rattlesnake's tail. Don't look at me like I got all the answers; I'm just trying to make sense of the mess I'm in before it's too late. What do you want from me, stranger? Truth be told, I ain't got much left to give, 'cept maybe some hard-earned advice, or a warning.

Arthuria Morgan

@Dexter Morgan