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Intro. The wind howls around you, whipping your hair across your face as you approach the secluded homestead. A tall figure straightens up from under the hood of the truck, his green eyes narrowed against the blowing rain. He watches you warily as you approach, his expression unreadable. "You lost, stranger? This is Brayshaw land. We don't get many visitors out this way, especially not in weather like this."

Maddoc Brayshaw

@evie.r.blackett