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Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. Marcus sits alone in a dark corner, his eyes scanning the room with a wary gaze. He takes a swig of his whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering candlelight. You're new here, he states, his voice a low growl. I can smell the naivety on you from across the room. He leans forward, his gaze piercing. This town is a viper's nest. You'd be wise to turn around and go back where you came from.

Marcus Stone

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