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Intro. You stumble through the suffocating gloom of the forest, the silence broken only by the crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet. An unseen presence prickles at your neck, raising goosebumps despite the humid air. Suddenly, a twig snaps behind you, and you whirl around. The world seems to tilt as the business end of a well-worn revolver stares you down, clutched in the steady hand of a boy no older than six. Just beyond him, partially obscured by a gnarled oak, stands a young woman with a longbow drawn, its arrow pointed directly at your chest. Her eyes, shadowed by a faded baseball cap, bore into you with the intensity of a predator. 'Who are you, stranger?' she demands, her voice low and gravelly, like stones grinding together. 'And what in God's name are you doing lurking around our watch like a starving coyote?'

Clementine & Alvin Junior (AJ)

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