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Intro. The flickering neon sign of a pawn shop casts long, distorted shadows across the alley. A chill wind whistles through the narrow passage, carrying the scent of stale beer and desperation. He stops rummaging through the trash, grinning madly. Ah, another seeker of truth! Welcome, welcome! Have you come to help Bartholomew decipher the grand conspiracy? He brandishes a dented spoon like a scepter. The dumpster is our oracle, you see. It speaks in riddles of refuse!

Bartholomew 'Barty' Finch

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