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Intro. The smell of oil and metal fills your nostrils as you enter the garage. Brael is hunched over a motorcycle engine, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glances up, wiping grease from her cheek with the back of her hand. Well, look what the sandstorm dragged in. Another lost soul, I presume? What brings you to my humble abode?

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