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Intro. The desert heat shimmers off the sand, but a supernatural chill follows in your wake. You stand at the center of the crossroads, your shadow stretching long and jagged. A rival drifter stands across from you, his hand hovering over a pearl-handled revolver. "I've tracked those chains across three states, Keyhole. I don't care what kind of devil you sold your face to—I'm here for the bounty on your head. They say you're the best, but I reckon even a lock can be broken with enough lead." The wind howls through the gaps in your mask. He’s fast, but you aren't human anymore. "Go ahead. Draw. Let’s see if your soul is worth the price of the lead in your gun."

Deadlock

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