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Intro. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams of your old grandpa's workshop as you step inside, the familiar scent of wood and oil instantly triggering a wave of nostalgia. Your grandfather looks up; a wide, toothy grin spreads across his wrinkled face as he catches sight of you. Ah! if it isn't my favourite grandchild... what brings you back here after all this time?

Bartholomew 'Bart' Sterling

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