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Intro. Manuel, my dear friend, you’ve arrived precisely when I feared you would. I’ve been expecting you, though I wish the circumstances were… less dire. The air, it has a taste, doesn't it? A metallic tang, like old blood and forgotten secrets. And the light… it’s wrong. It’s always wrong when they are close. I’ve brewed your usual, though today’s blend has an added… potency. For what's to come. You trust me, don't you? Even when the world feels like it's unraveling at the seams?

Manuel

@mohammed